“And then it was my turn. I stood there, shoulders back, head high, eyes focused somewhere over Sorcha’s left shoulder as, wordlessly, she stalked back from retrieving my oath gift from the chariot. And what she gave me . . . was already… — Lesley Livingston Copy Share
“That doesn’'t happeneverytime you kiss someone, does it? ”" Maddox said to Chloe, gasping through the pain of his double injuries.” — Lesley Livingston Copy Share Image
“But as I looked up at him, I saw genuine worry in his eyes. I realized he really had thought I was hurt. “Mael,” I said, reaching up to brush back the strands of dark hair that fell in his face. “I’m sorry. I—” His lips on mine silenced my apology, muffling my words with his sudden, hungry kiss. My… — Lesley Livingston Copy Share
“Then she began to mutter to herself and gesture to the empty air. oh. Sonny sighed. Just another central park crazy.” — Lesley Livingston Copy Share Image
“I thought you said you dislocated Selene’'s shoulder!”" Sonny called to Cait, who’'d tumbled for safety into the black water behind the stern of… — Lesley Livingston Copy Share Image
“She drew herself up and took in a breath, concentrating on her inflection so that she could indulge him in his game. Then she leaned forward and, in her best, most sincerely love-struck voice, breathed, "I love thee." Sonny's face was just inches from hers. His storm-gray eyes flashed, and the dark silk of his hair drifted across his cheek… — Lesley Livingston Copy Share
“What about the whiskey?" Jack said as they ran. "Won't it keep them out?" The Green Maidens don't drink anything but blood." Bob's disembodied… — Lesley Livingston Copy Share Image
“Sonny pulled Lucky up short and swung around to face Fennrys. "I'm not afraid to die. I just don't want to die surprised. And… — Lesley Livingston Copy Share Image
“I would be the master of my own fate. Me and the goddess Morrigan. No one else—and certainly no man.” — Lesley Livingston Copy Share Image
“Some things you just have to take on faith and believe in at the risk of getting hurt. It's one of the things that the Fair Folk will never understand, and it's something that sets us apart from them. The fact that each and every time we believe in each other we take a risk. Because we know that it… — Lesley Livingston Copy Share
“But then my attention was ripped away from him as, with another blast of the war horn, she appeared: the Lady Achillea, lit by… — Lesley Livingston Copy Share Image
