“We have seasonal festivals where men and women can join,” he explained. Sora felt the conversation take a different turn. She hesitated, wondering if this was truly worth knowing about -but curiosity got the best of her. “Join...? You mean...… — T.L. Shreffler Copy Share Image
“A shooting star, a cloud, or some sign from the Goddess…? One second later, the world shattered. Her father's grumbling voice was suddenly cut… — T.L. Shreffler Copy Share Image
“I don't..." Crash swallowed, "I don't want this to happen again." "What to happen again?" "This, Sora!" he said harshly. She sat back, stunned… — T.L. Shreffler Copy Share Image
“Swaying from side to side, bent almost double, Sora still thought he was the most beautiful sight in the world. Crash” — T.L. Shreffler Copy Share Image
“He cared about the girl—maybe, partially, why not—but it was only because she was still alive. If she had been killed in the fight,… — T.L. Shreffler Copy Share Image
“So you think it's funny to leave me in the house all day with Crash? That man is horribly unsociable, you know." This time… — T.L. Shreffler Copy Share Image
“A true human would have collapsed within seconds, but not this assassin. Instead, impossibly, he grabbed Volcrian's hand and twisted it back. Volcrian heard… — T.L. Shreffler Copy Share Image
“Yes, she was still breathing—and by the gods, he would keep her that way!” — T.L. Shreffler Copy Share Image
“A second later, Jacques was at Burn's side, shaking the mercenary's hand as if he were the King himself. “Nice, Wolfy, well met!” he… — T.L. Shreffler Copy Share Image
“You almost died!” he said sharply. “Dorian is gone, and I don't want any more innocents killed—not at my expense, not at anyone's expense!"… — T.L. Shreffler Copy Share Image
“Burn turned to the doorway, his expression not exactly welcoming. "Finished sulking, have you? Pay your respects to our little heroine. She saved our… — T.L. Shreffler Copy Share Image
“I am the fire,” Crash whispered. “I am the darkness.” It was a mantra, a prayer, the beginnings of a ritual, a ceremonial killing.… — T.L. Shreffler Copy Share Image
“He knew Viper well. True to his name, the assassin was as slippery as a snake in the grass.” — T.L. Shreffler Copy Share Image
