Talon glanced wistfully at his drink as he debated what should take priority. 'Coffee… Daimons… Coffee… Daimons… — Sherrilyn Kenyon Copy Share Image
Talon glanced around the loft. It looked as if a bottle of Pepto-Bismol had exploded, or the Cat in the Hat had come for a visit.’ (Talon) — Sherrilyn Kenyon Copy Share Image
