“Her heart did a backflip against her ribs. No, she told it. You do not fall for a necromancer whose orgasm sets the bed on fire.” — Jasmine Silvera Copy Share Image
“Her heart did a backflip against her ribs. No, she told it. You do not fall for a necromancer whose orgasm sets the bed… — Jasmine Silvera Copy Share Image
“Sleep came on him as a thief, consciousness stolen like a forgotten coin from his pocket.” — Jasmine Silvera Copy Share Image
