“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… — 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… — Cecilia Robert Copy Share Image
“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
