“felt the small hairs at the nape of my neck prickle, and I suddenly remembered something else Sorcha often said. Never let down your guard until you’re off the field of battle. Whether it was instinct, luck, or the Morrigan… — Lesley Livingston Copy Share Image
Will tossed his apple core into the air, at the same time drawing a knife from his belt and throwing it. The knife and the apple scaled across the room together, somehow managing to stick into the wall just beside… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
