A shivery, delicious Southern Gothic with feuding families, dark spirits, ancient curses and caught up in the middle, a young girl learning to live and love for the first time. Atmospheric and suspenseful, Compulsion will draw you in and hold… — Leah Cypess Copy Share Image
What I enjoy most are those times when I get an idea and it just flows - the words coming so fast that I'm… — Leah Cypess Copy Share Image
“She had learned to pay attention to the variations in Rokan's smiles. There was the sideways half-smile when he found something amusing; the slow, contented smile that appeared only rarely these days; and the wide, dazzling, unrestrained smile she had so far seen only twice, when he first came for her in the Mistwood and when they watched the hawk… — Leah Cypess Copy Share
“She's my /sister./" He had no doubt that Clarisse was telling the truth: that Darri was down here in the caves, that she was trying to end the spell. And that she was about to die. "If you kill her, I'll tear this country down. I'll grind silver into the soil. I swear it." Clarisse blinked at him, completely unconcerned.… — Leah Cypess Copy Share
“It had been an attack, of sorts, and people did fight who lived in castles like these. Not with fists and feet and claws,… — Leah Cypess Copy Share Image
“It was always disconcerting to discover that you shared opinions with someone you had no respect for.” — Leah Cypess Copy Share Image
“His dark eyes searched her face. "But you love me," he said finally. She had no reason to deny it. Ileni lifted her shoulders.… — Leah Cypess Copy Share Image
“Every person we assassinate dies to serve a greater purpose." "I'm sure they would be happy if they knew it," Ileni said sarcastically, but… — Leah Cypess Copy Share Image
“She didn't trust herself to pull off a seductress act, not with Sorin. He would probably just throw her out.” — Leah Cypess Copy Share Image
A shivery, delicious Southern Gothic with feuding families, dark spirits, ancient curses and caught up in the middle, a young girl learning to live… — Leah Cypess Copy Share Image
“The assassin crouched atop one of the shorter, thicker pillars, his body a curve of taut muscles beneath nondescript gray clothes. He looked more… — Leah Cypess Copy Share Image
