“You didn’t slay a werewolf,” I breathed before repeating the words louder. “You did not slay a werewolf, Thaddeus.” “Oh, but I… — Richelle E. Goodrich Copy Share Image
“I let my sword slip to the ground, and for the second time I stood unarmed in the presence of werewolves. Kresh… — Richelle E. Goodrich Copy Share Image
“A red-cape game of retribution is dangerous when a fresh bull with bigger horns waits in the shadows.” — Richelle E. Goodrich Copy Share Image
“Enemies may unite to eliminate a common threat, but never without a wary eye fixed on their ally.” — Richelle E. Goodrich Copy Share Image
