“It was the only lullaby she would ever sing, and it was sung in Hell.” — Laini Taylor Copy Share Image
“And Esme remembered in a rush--the wolfsong, the haunting, lyrical spirals of it in the dawn quiet and the feeling of euphoria that had attended it. Even in recollection the howling uplifted her like the crescendo at the end of… — Laini Taylor Copy Share Image
