“I was born on the night of Samhain, when the barrier between the worlds is whisper-thin and when magic, old magic, sings its heady and sweet song to anyone who cares to hear it.” — Carolyn MacCullough Copy Share Image
“You and I are more alike than you think,” Alistair says. “I don't see that at all,” I say. “Besides the fact that we… — Carolyn MacCullough Copy Share Image
“Your father and I will deal with him.” “What are you going to do?” I say. “We will talk to him.” I snort. “Yeah,… — Carolyn MacCullough Copy Share Image
“Gabriel: You're not going to do anything stupid, are you? Tamsin: You mean intentionally?” — Carolyn MacCullough Copy Share Image
“You are a beacon for us. One of the most powerful." "I'm not," I say softly. "Not anymore." Smiling, my grandmother presses my hand.… — Carolyn MacCullough Copy Share Image
“Please!" I stop my pacing, glare at him. "Is that all you can think about at a time like this?" Gabriel rolls up on… — Carolyn MacCullough Copy Share Image
“Okay," I gasp. "I can't really breathe, but other than that, okay." "Breathing's overrated," Gabriel advises me."I'm discovering that right about now with this… — Carolyn MacCullough Copy Share Image
“I was born on the night of Samhain, when the barrier between the worlds is whisper-thin and when magic, old magic, sings its heady… — Carolyn MacCullough Copy Share Image
“Then one last thought tugs at me, so I turn back. "So why did you name me Tamsin?" I ask. "You always promised to… — Carolyn MacCullough Copy Share Image
“There. What do you think?" he takes half a step back and i look at myself in the mirror again. Somehow, he has managed… — Carolyn MacCullough Copy Share Image
