“Right!” Ennion turned his head to look. “Sorry! I meant left!” The front of the boat slammed against the rock before Ennion had time to do anything. Cordon lost his balance on his seat and tumbled to the side, rocking… — Jack Lewis Baillot Copy Share Image
“The guards were pacing in front of the large tent. They were armed with swords, axes, and crossbows, which Ennion didn't think was very… — Jack Lewis Baillot Copy Share Image
“I'm not looking for clothes," Peter quickly explained, hoping she might like him better if she knew he hadn't come to invade her neatly… — Jack Lewis Baillot Copy Share Image
“Unable to help it, even with his teeth chattering, Stefan grinned at him. “Good. I'm a hermit, remember? I don't like people.” “He's not… — Jack Lewis Baillot Copy Share Image
“Yawning, Aden rubbed his eyes, blinked three more times, and yawned again. “Without breakfast? I never run away on an empty stomach.” — Jack Lewis Baillot Copy Share Image
“Because he's just so, so,” Peter paused looking for the right word, “so French!” — Jack Lewis Baillot Copy Share Image
“Not everyone is as stiff as the Dwarves,” Ennion said, straightening back up and grinning. “I don't even think you can sit down and… — Jack Lewis Baillot Copy Share Image
“Peter wasn't used to girls, and now there were four staring at him. He wished he had jumped out the window.” — Jack Lewis Baillot Copy Share Image
“This is like that time in Budapest." "You and I remember Budapest very differently.” — Jack Lewis Baillot Copy Share Image
“How many do you think there are?” Stefan whispered. “More than the fleas in my bed,” Oakes answered. Stefan glared at him. “I've been… — Jack Lewis Baillot Copy Share Image
“At least there is no chance of a storm on a river,” she murmured, smiling at him. “Unless we make one!” Cordon declared and… — Jack Lewis Baillot Copy Share Image
“You pull a pistol on me and insult me? What else do you do? Steal candy from babies?” — Jack Lewis Baillot Copy Share Image
“Peter's stomach dropped into his boots and all thoughts of breakfast fled. How had the Assassin ended up here, and where had he amassed… — Jack Lewis Baillot Copy Share Image
