“Show me what you got,” he snarled at his reflection. “You think you belong here? You think you got magic? Prove it!” — S.A. Archer Copy Share Image
“Bloody, noisy fey. Someone was always awake. Always making a racket or shooting off sparks or reeking of some stench or something else equally… — S.A. Archer Copy Share Image
“Show me what you got,” he snarled at his reflection. “You think you belong here? You think you got magic? Prove it!” — S.A. Archer Copy Share Image
