“We have the same symptoms as tuberculosis, especially in the eyes of the Romantic Poets. Pale, tired, coughing up blood.” “That’s romantic?” I had to smile. “Romantic with a capital ‘R.’ You know, like Byron and Coleridge.” He gave a… — Alyxandra Harvey Copy Share Image
“Very possibly this was the night my white-knight complex, as Solange put it, would get me killed. Someone had better write a poem about it. It was only fair.” — Alyxandra Harvey Copy Share Image
“And then Lucy happened. Never mind prophecies and bounty hunters, she was the one who'd really turned my life upside down… She made everything… — Alyxandra Harvey Copy Share Image
“It was a beautiful night, warm and filled with stars and the songs of crickets and frogs. White flowers glowed in the grass. It… — Alyxandra Harvey Copy Share Image
“Embroidery?" I sucked at embroidery. Aunt Hyacinth had tried to teach me, but we'd both given it up as a lost cause.Lucy, strangely, had… — Alyxandra Harvey Copy Share Image
“I have to console myself with the hope that I'd seen Isabeau soften, even hesitate, as if she might actually have taken my arm.… — Alyxandra Harvey Copy Share Image
“I could think of a hundred things I'd rather do than follow a possible murderess and the ghost of her victim.” — Alyxandra Harvey Copy Share Image
“What's the matter with you?" I hissed at her as we followed Kieran and Solange inside. 'She's royalty!' "And a vampire, remember?" 'Oh yeah,'… — Alyxandra Harvey Copy Share Image
“Solange and all her irritating brothers could get themselves killed without me. I deserved to be part of their clandestine plans. I'd earned it.… — Alyxandra Harvey Copy Share Image
“Logan, don’t be an ass.” “I have been sleeping in mud. I’m covered in dirt and blood and these were my favorite pants before… — Alyxandra Harvey Copy Share Image
“Where's Lucy?" I asked the others. "At the farmhouse," Nicholas said with grim satisfaction. "How'd you manage that?" "She's in a closet." Solange rolled… — Alyxandra Harvey Copy Share Image
“I kissed him lightly and used the moment to slip the package out of the inside of his pocket. I was a white handkerchief… — Alyxandra Harvey Copy Share Image
