“She was in love with the Great Sultan of Kad. And this was no crush. It was as real as the sun rising each morning, as the blood in her veins and the curve of the rail under her fingers.… — Cate Rowan Copy Share Image
“Her hands wrapped around his back, bunching the folds of his kaftan, and they stayed like this, connected, as dusk settled over the market.” — Cate Rowan Copy Share Image
“He’d set his mouth in a feral line that could have tipped toward kindness or to cruelty in a second.” — Cate Rowan Copy Share Image
“She was in love with the Great Sultan of Kad. And this was no crush. It was as real as the sun rising each… — Cate Rowan Copy Share Image
“Oh, come now, we’re professionals. For Fate’s sake, I’m 128 years old and far beyond curfews.” — Cate Rowan Copy Share Image
