“Seelie Court,” murmurs Nate. “Sounds familiar. Was it in a computer game?” “Do I look like someone who plays computer games?” A grin stretches across Nate’s face. “You look like someone who could be in a computer game.” — Rachel Morgan Copy Share Image
“Seelie Court,” murmurs Nate. “Sounds familiar. Was it in a computer game?” “Do I look like someone who plays computer games?” A grin stretches… — Rachel Morgan Copy Share
“Creepy Hollow?” He snorts. “Like Sleepy Hollow ?” “No, like Creepy Hollow. It has nothing to do with sleeping.” — Rachel Morgan Copy Share
“I put my hands on my hips. “What’s wrong with the way I look?” “Come on, Vi,” he says, keeping his voice low. “You… — Rachel Morgan Copy Share
“A bird is safe when it’s closed in a cage, but it isn’t living . It isn’t flying . You have beautiful wings desperate… — Rachel Morgan Copy Share
“You guys dated, didn’t you?” “Are you insane? Not even if the continuation of our kind depended on it would I be tempted to… — Rachel Morgan Copy Share
“I love the fact that I've known you all my life. It feels just right when you're beside me. It feels like I've been… — Rachel Morgan Copy Share
“My pitch is off here and there, and my vibrato isn’t quite what it used to be, but I’m lost in a land of… — Rachel Morgan Copy Share
“It’s hard to say no to Nate, even when he’s wearing a shirt. I should have made him cover his face too.” — Rachel Morgan Copy Share
“Are you serious? Vi’s arm has been magically barbequed and you think she needs a cupcake ?” — Rachel Morgan Copy Share
“Whatever game you’re playing, you’re going to lose,” he whispers. “And I’ll be right there to rub your nose in it when it happens.”… — Rachel Morgan Copy Share
“I refuse to let you talk me into a make-out session in a dodgy, underground tunnel. I have standards, you know.” — Rachel Morgan Copy Share
“Seeing him standing there in his boxers and hoodie with sticking-up hair, one sock pulled up to his calf, the other scrunched around his… — Rachel Morgan Copy Share
