“And then it was my turn. I stood there, shoulders back, head high, eyes focused somewhere over Sorcha’s left shoulder as, wordlessly, she stalked back from retrieving my oath gift from the chariot. And what she gave me . . . was already… — Lesley Livingston Copy Share Image
“I wanted to be afraid, especially when I saw the long,thin sword he carried in his hand, but I couldn't. The man was wearing a Snuggie.” — Hannah Jayne Copy Share Image
