“She's magic, Cassandra. A single flower blooming in an endless desert.” — Anne Bishop Copy Share Image
“Let me see if I understand this," Jaenelle said. [...] "You and Falonar have decided to go your own ways," Jaenelle said… — Anne Bishop Copy Share Image
“So, who's going to tell Mrs Beale she's got a month to plan a wedding feast ?" Hell's fire. Mrs Beale was… — Anne Bishop Copy Share Image
“She looked at him. Then she looked at the table stacked with books. Her lips curved in a wicked smile. “If you… — Anne Bishop Copy Share Image
“Mud ? They're going to put mud on my face ?" "You'll love it." "Whenever the kitties and I played stalk and… — Anne Bishop Copy Share Image
