“sounded like a study of contrasts, or an oxymoron. How could death spawn something as life-affirming as true love? Hannah Montgomery wasn’t” — Georgina Sand Copy Share Image
“...Patrice laughed softly and pressed a kiss against my neck. “Easy, ma chérie. Don’t be afraid. Loïc and I, we’ll do only as you… — Georgina Sand Copy Share Image
“sounded like a study of contrasts, or an oxymoron. How could death spawn something as life-affirming as true love? Hannah Montgomery wasn’t” — Georgina Sand Copy Share Image
