“I don't want you to be the shifter." Rokan's voice was quiet, and her human sense of smell told her nothing about… — Leah Cypess Copy Share Image
What I enjoy most are those times when I get an idea and it just flows - the words coming so fast that I'm… — Leah Cypess Copy Share Image
“She had learned to pay attention to the variations in Rokan's smiles. There was the sideways half-smile when he found something amusing; the slow,… — Leah Cypess Copy Share Image
“She's my /sister./" He had no doubt that Clarisse was telling the truth: that Darri was down here in the caves, that she was… — Leah Cypess Copy Share Image
“It had been an attack, of sorts, and people did fight who lived in castles like these. Not with fists and feet and claws,… — Leah Cypess Copy Share Image
“It was always disconcerting to discover that you shared opinions with someone you had no respect for.” — Leah Cypess Copy Share Image
“His dark eyes searched her face. "But you love me," he said finally. She had no reason to deny it. Ileni lifted her shoulders.… — Leah Cypess Copy Share Image
“Every person we assassinate dies to serve a greater purpose." "I'm sure they would be happy if they knew it," Ileni said sarcastically, but… — Leah Cypess Copy Share Image
“She didn't trust herself to pull off a seductress act, not with Sorin. He would probably just throw her out.” — Leah Cypess Copy Share Image
A shivery, delicious Southern Gothic with feuding families, dark spirits, ancient curses and caught up in the middle, a young girl learning to live… — Leah Cypess Copy Share Image
“The assassin crouched atop one of the shorter, thicker pillars, his body a curve of taut muscles beneath nondescript gray clothes. He looked more… — Leah Cypess Copy Share Image
