“A line of perspiration slipped down my spine like a waterslide at an unamusement park.” — Michelle Rowen Copy Share Image
“You're our honorary sixth member with mysterious abilities and visions of the future. The Snow White to our motley group of dwarfs. Plus, you're… — Michelle Rowen Copy Share Image
“Does it have a name? All of these fancy magical weapons usually have names." Bishop glared at her. "Yeah. I like to call it… — Michelle Rowen Copy Share Image
“I don't think he can hurt. Wizards and witches go hand in hand, after all. Didn't you read Harry Potter?" Eden stared at him.… — Michelle Rowen Copy Share Image
“Bishop's brows went up. "Okay, fine. Yes, I followed you here. Better?" "Yes. Stalkery, but better." "I'm not stalking you." "Spoken like a true… — Michelle Rowen Copy Share Image
A sob caught in my chest. I didn't even know what a gray was, other than a drab color. All I knew was that… — Michelle Rowen Copy Share Image
“Come on, Eden, don't be naive. Demonic children are a dime a dozen in Netherworld. Need I mention Children of the Corn? Damien? Justine… — Michelle Rowen Copy Share Image
“My eyes widened as I looked at him. 'Then you bit me, you weirdo.” — Michelle Rowen Copy Share Image
“I took it back: he didn't just hate himself down deep. He'd made plenty of room in there for me, too.” — Michelle Rowen Copy Share Image
“You can be a lousy vampire. You can be a lousy human. What you are doesn't mean anything. It's what you do with what… — Michelle Rowen Copy Share Image
“Sorry," I said. "Don't be sorry." She sent a sneer in the direction of Colin who'd rejoined his friends on the other side of… — Michelle Rowen Copy Share Image
“Come on Eden. Turn that frown upside down. There's no reason for bad moods. It's a beautiful new day full of possibilities." "maybe for… — Michelle Rowen Copy Share Image
“Good. I wouldn't want you to fall madly in love with me. That would make things very complicated when it comes to your beloved… — Michelle Rowen Copy Share Image
“Well...unfortunately there's a little problem," he said. "What?" He pointed up. "That." I looked up to see the mistletoe dangling from the ceiling where… — Michelle Rowen Copy Share Image
“Owen’s gaze flicked to me again. “Maybe you’re right. And what a wonderful change it is. Tell me, Sarah, how on earth do you… — Michelle Rowen Copy Share Image
