“So who am I, then?" she asked instead. "Your student, or just a prisoner? Are you ever going to let me go?" He watched her carefully with venom-green eyes. The question hung between them, naked and vulnerable. Finally, he said… — T.L. Shreffler Copy Share Image
“A shooting star, a cloud, or some sign from the Goddess…? One second later, the world shattered. Her father's grumbling voice was suddenly cut… — T.L. Shreffler Copy Share Image
“I don't..." Crash swallowed, "I don't want this to happen again." "What to happen again?" "This, Sora!" he said harshly. She sat back, stunned… — T.L. Shreffler Copy Share Image
“Swaying from side to side, bent almost double, Sora still thought he was the most beautiful sight in the world. Crash” — T.L. Shreffler Copy Share Image
“He cared about the girl—maybe, partially, why not—but it was only because she was still alive. If she had been killed in the fight,… — T.L. Shreffler Copy Share Image
“So you think it's funny to leave me in the house all day with Crash? That man is horribly unsociable, you know." This time… — T.L. Shreffler Copy Share Image
“A true human would have collapsed within seconds, but not this assassin. Instead, impossibly, he grabbed Volcrian's hand and twisted it back. Volcrian heard… — T.L. Shreffler Copy Share Image
“Yes, she was still breathing—and by the gods, he would keep her that way!” — T.L. Shreffler Copy Share Image
“A second later, Jacques was at Burn's side, shaking the mercenary's hand as if he were the King himself. “Nice, Wolfy, well met!” he gushed. “Why, if I had known I'd be meeting your kind today, I'd have done something with my hair! Jacques is the name, jesting's the game!” Burn stared at the Dracian with a bemused expression. “Burn… — T.L. Shreffler Copy Share
“You almost died!” he said sharply. “Dorian is gone, and I don't want any more innocents killed—not at my expense, not at anyone's expense!"… — T.L. Shreffler Copy Share Image
“Burn turned to the doorway, his expression not exactly welcoming. "Finished sulking, have you? Pay your respects to our little heroine. She saved our… — T.L. Shreffler Copy Share Image
“I am the fire,” Crash whispered. “I am the darkness.” It was a mantra, a prayer, the beginnings of a ritual, a ceremonial killing.… — T.L. Shreffler Copy Share Image
“He knew Viper well. True to his name, the assassin was as slippery as a snake in the grass.” — T.L. Shreffler Copy Share Image
