“Six hundred summers, she reflected.Six hundred snowy winters. Thirty-five generations of mortal humanity. And finally, again…the sun.” — Greg Cox Copy Share Image
“Perhaps, but this Awakening felt very different from those in the past. A peculiar sensation seemed to spread throughout his body, propelled by the very beating of his heart. Within his veins, lycan blood mixed with his own, merging in… — Greg Cox Copy Share Image
