“Thank you for playing,” I say with honest gratitude. He places an arm casually on the top of the piano, leaning into it. “It was a pleasure. It’s not often that I get to play with a superior musician. It… — Laurie Forest Copy Share Image
“carefully secure the violin, tuck my music under one arm, force myself to my feet and purposefully walk out to meet my doom—well, as purposefully as one can possibly walk in the most uncomfortable shoes ever invented.” — Laurie Forest Copy Share Image
“There are assorted side characters, too: the beautiful Gardnerian maidens with their long black hair; wicked Lupine shapeshifters—half-human, half-wolf; green-scaled Snake Elves; and the… — Laurie Forest Copy Share Image
“You will not be able to shelter her forever,” my aunt insists. “What will happen when you are gone someday, and all the suitable… — Laurie Forest Copy Share Image
“But—she mentioned three young women. I blink at her in confusion, wondering if I heard her wrong. “And the third?” Aunt Vyvian’s mouth grows… — Laurie Forest Copy Share Image
“This Yvan Guriel doesn’t even know me, I lament, glaring resentfully at him out of the corner of my eye. He has no right… — Laurie Forest Copy Share Image
“There it is. Chemistrie. Professor Astrid Volya. I glance back over at Andras. “What’s her son like?” I wonder. “He’s quiet,” Aislinn whispers, looking… — Laurie Forest Copy Share Image
“Reluctantly, I say my goodbyes to Echo and follow behind Aislinn, trying my best to ignore the Kelt, Yvan Guriel, as he sets his… — Laurie Forest Copy Share Image
“That’s nothing,” Paige says, eyes wide. “You should see what else she can do. She’s a Level Five Mage. One of the best of… — Laurie Forest Copy Share Image
“My grandmother, more than any other woman, was the standard bearer of Gardnerian beauty. Known as “The Black Witch” by our enemies, she was… — Laurie Forest Copy Share Image
“I stare at him, feeling as if I’m caught in a surreal scene. The son of the Black Witch, as wildly intimidating in appearance… — Laurie Forest Copy Share Image
“It’s hard, isn’t it?” he asks, his own voice breaking. “To have a mind that strays outside the lines?” I” — Laurie Forest Copy Share Image
“I’ll tell you what,” he bargains, amused. “There’s a dance every Yule at University. You go with Gareth, and I’ll ask Aislinn Greer.” “I… — Laurie Forest Copy Share Image
“My heart speeds up slightly at the sight of them so close, so intimate, and I suddenly feel worried about my friend. It’s one… — Laurie Forest Copy Share Image
