“…the door banged wide open, and the most striking man I had ever seen stood in the frame, the black winds whipping around him like a chariot of storm clouds.” — Heather Heffner Copy Share Image
“I loved the way his eyes glowed when they looked at me. My piece of Earth. I kissed it one more time, gently, and… — Heather Heffner Copy Share Image
“I clung tightly to Kwan’s mane as he propelled his great serpent body through the cloud banks. The cockatrice’s big green head dipped under… — Heather Heffner Copy Share Image
“The Bloodsucker Queen has lived for what, a millennium? She can wait on her decaying ass a little while longer.” — Heather Heffner Copy Share Image
“In a world of fog and gray, the youth is a shining being dressed in dark violet, his golden-flecked hair smoothed back from his bronzed temples. He resembles a human, but no man I have ever seen holds himself like a king, like a gleaming statue chiseled from topaz. I swallow. I am standing before a demon, the most beautiful… — Heather Heffner Copy Share
“Father never went into depth about what happened if I woke up, unable to remember how I’d died, but most definitely in the hands… — Heather Heffner Copy Share Image
“Clinging to the rags I had left, I gazed out upon the full breadth of the Furnace and shook at what I saw. The world had been wiped clean of all trace of humanity. Sharp sandstone peaks protruded into the gray sky like a humped backbone, spilling into vast seas of sand on either side. Boulders and driftwood, the castaways… — Heather Heffner Copy Share
“It felt as if I’d been teleported to the dark side of the moon, forced to gaze out at the stars and wonder which… — Heather Heffner Copy Share Image
“I want to be humbled. I want to meet people more messed up than I am. I want to get lost and come out… — Heather Heffner Copy Share Image
“–We are all dying– she told me. –Even something of the immortal will die– “What?” –Meaning–” — Heather Heffner Copy Share
“My body slid from human to wolf in a crack! of black smoke. Wolf was panting and I watched frost dissipate on my hot… — Heather Heffner Copy Share Image
“I’d like to sit there,” I said softly to the girl sitting in front of the other mirror. She scampered. I took over her abandoned make-up and painted my face. Red cheeks, to attract hungry vampyre glances. Black liquid eyeliner and mascara, to draw attention away from my bitter eyes. My silky-thin, raven hair, undone in waves over my bare… — Heather Heffner Copy Share
“We’re only five years apart,” I said defiantly. “If you look at some of those dysfunctional vampyre relationships, we’re near normal.” — Heather Heffner Copy Share Image
