“I’m no Cinderella. No fairy godmother will be coming to my rescue, so it’s time to turn these rags into gowns and get ready before my pumpkin ride arrives in two hours.” — Cecilia Robert Copy Share Image
“Normal life? Nothing about this is normal, Novice. I’m Death, not a Genie. I don’t go granting wishes unless absolutely necessary.” He levels his… — Cecilia Robert Copy Share Image
“Fate doesn’t care about family. When the time is up, she nicks at the thread” — Cecilia Robert Copy Share Image
“Falling Embers, 90 percent alcohol content. That would do. After pouring the liquor, he tossed the shot back, dumping the contents into his mouth and feeling it burn a hot trail down to his stomach. Holy shades of hell! It was like swallowing and shitting flames. Even his ass was on fire. He grimaced, then tipped the bottle to refill… — Cecilia Robert Copy Share
“You curse. A lot. It’s rather frightening. I’ve never met anyone who curses as much as you, and still manages to look sexy and… — Cecilia Robert Copy Share Image
“Huh,” Uriel said. “You need to leave this room. Go out. Drink yourself into stupidity and burn out your liver or something.” — Cecilia Robert Copy Share Image
“I’m no Cinderella. No fairy godmother will be coming to my rescue, so it’s time to turn these rags into gowns and get ready… — Cecilia Robert Copy Share Image
“Fate lies in wait like a fucking time bomb, rearranging and aligning the stars to its own satisfaction. Then, one day, it detonates right… — Cecilia Robert Copy Share Image
