“Reluctantly, I say my goodbyes to Echo and follow behind Aislinn, trying my best to ignore the Kelt, Yvan Guriel, as he… — Laurie Forest Copy Share Image
“turn to find out who my savior at the piano is, and my breath hitches when I see him. He is, by… — Laurie Forest Copy Share Image
“Gareth is a few years older than me at twenty, broad and sturdy with dark green eyes and black hair like the… — Laurie Forest Copy Share Image
“I am Gardnerian. As such, I’m barely tolerated here, stranded in a sea of Kelts, allowed to exist only because my aptitude… — Laurie Forest Copy Share Image
“There are assorted side characters, too: the beautiful Gardnerian maidens with their long black hair; wicked Lupine shapeshifters—half-human, half-wolf; green-scaled Snake Elves; and the… — Laurie Forest Copy Share Image
“You will not be able to shelter her forever,” my aunt insists. “What will happen when you are gone someday, and all the suitable… — Laurie Forest Copy Share Image
“But—she mentioned three young women. I blink at her in confusion, wondering if I heard her wrong. “And the third?” Aunt Vyvian’s mouth grows… — Laurie Forest Copy Share Image
“This Yvan Guriel doesn’t even know me, I lament, glaring resentfully at him out of the corner of my eye. He has no right… — Laurie Forest Copy Share Image
“There it is. Chemistrie. Professor Astrid Volya. I glance back over at Andras. “What’s her son like?” I wonder. “He’s quiet,” Aislinn whispers, looking… — Laurie Forest Copy Share Image
“Reluctantly, I say my goodbyes to Echo and follow behind Aislinn, trying my best to ignore the Kelt, Yvan Guriel, as he sets his… — Laurie Forest Copy Share Image
“That’s nothing,” Paige says, eyes wide. “You should see what else she can do. She’s a Level Five Mage. One of the best of… — Laurie Forest Copy Share Image
“My grandmother, more than any other woman, was the standard bearer of Gardnerian beauty. Known as “The Black Witch” by our enemies, she was… — Laurie Forest Copy Share Image
“I stare at him, feeling as if I’m caught in a surreal scene. The son of the Black Witch, as wildly intimidating in appearance… — Laurie Forest Copy Share Image
“It’s hard, isn’t it?” he asks, his own voice breaking. “To have a mind that strays outside the lines?” I” — Laurie Forest Copy Share Image
“I’ll tell you what,” he bargains, amused. “There’s a dance every Yule at University. You go with Gareth, and I’ll ask Aislinn Greer.” “I… — Laurie Forest Copy Share Image
“My heart speeds up slightly at the sight of them so close, so intimate, and I suddenly feel worried about my friend. It’s one… — Laurie Forest Copy Share Image
