“You didn’t slay a werewolf,” I breathed before repeating the words louder. “You did not slay a werewolf, Thaddeus.” “Oh, but I… — Richelle E. Goodrich Copy Share Image
“On Hallows Eve, we witches meet to broil and bubble tasty treats like goblin thumbs with venom dip, crisp bat wings, and… — Richelle E. Goodrich Copy Share Image
“I let my sword slip to the ground, and for the second time I stood unarmed in the presence of werewolves. Kresh… — Richelle E. Goodrich Copy Share Image
“Are you ready to go home, Catherine?” he asked. “It’s warm inside the house. I kept a fire going for you.” I… — Richelle E. Goodrich Copy Share Image
“Thank you,” I managed to say. Replying with a nod, he approached my horse. “Here, let me help you—” I slipped down… — Richelle E. Goodrich Copy Share Image
“Turn around… you’ve got grass and dead flowers…” My fingers naturally began to comb through my long, black strands, shaking things loose… — Richelle E. Goodrich Copy Share Image
“Go put on your mask. Say 'trick-or-treat' in costume. It’s All Hallows Eve.” — Richelle E. Goodrich Copy Share Image
“Enemies may unite to eliminate a common threat, but never without a wary eye fixed on their ally.” — Richelle E. Goodrich Copy Share Image
“That baking day was the third day Mrs G had shut herself away in the stillroom, dosing herself with medicinal waters. As… — Martine Bailey Copy Share Image
“Kresh kept silent beside me as Baron rehearsed his deadly plan. I listened with my eyes aimed at the horizon, witnessing the… — Richelle E. Goodrich Copy Share Image
