“The Girauds' child was looking more and more like a problem. Luke pressed his lips into a thin line. When she'd leaned in the stagecoach blazing with fervor over what was in the arcane books, it had taken all his… — Ann Gimpel Copy Share Image
“Duncan's temper kindled, but it didn't dampen the lust seeping along his nerve endings. He could flatten this persnickety witch, or better yet, weave… — Ann Gimpel Copy Share Image
“Because there wasn’t anything else to do, he settled at the kitchen table with a bottle of mead and nearly emptied it. The anesthetic… — Ann Gimpel Copy Share Image
“The Girauds' child was looking more and more like a problem. Luke pressed his lips into a thin line. When she'd leaned in the… — Ann Gimpel Copy Share Image
“Hmph. Even the animals deserted me. I’d have deserted me, too, a different inner voice inserted dryly. The way I banged around in here… — Ann Gimpel Copy Share Image
