“Who calls at Habetrot's chamber?' comes a whispery voice. Oak raises his eyebrows at me, as though he intends me to answer. Fine, if that's what he wants. 'Suren, whose garb has been deemed inadequate by an obnoxious prince, despite… — Holly Black Copy Share Image
“I don't know what I want.' The words come out a whisper, too true by half. 'Destruction and ruin,' she says with a clack of her tongue. 'I can practically smell it on you.” — Holly Black Copy Share Image
