“He loved her to the point of madness, to obsession and even sacrifice. He wasn't Berdikhan, and he wouldn't make her Zafira.… — Grace Draven Copy Share Image
“He snagged two more pieces of wood from her load for good measure. "Martise, bearing children is woman's work. Gurn and I… — Grace Draven Copy Share Image
“Come in, Martise." Silhara's voice was almost sibilant in the darkness as he tagged on her hand. "There are no soul eaters… — Grace Draven Copy Share Image
“Martise, lower your knife. There are more than a few people eager to carve out my heart. You'll have to take your… — Grace Draven Copy Share Image
“You have done an unwise thing, Martise of Asher,” he said softly. “You’ve caught my interest.” — Grace Draven Copy Share Image
“I don't need you on your back for anything Martise, unless you want to go star-gazing with me.” — Grace Draven Copy Share Image
“And will you love me for a day? A year? A lifetime?" She knew the answer but wanted to hear him say… — Grace Draven Copy Share Image
