“Everyone grew silent. It was sunset now, with orange fire burning in the western sky, and shadows falling across all of us.” — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“I smiled at him. Leaning down, I kissed him gently. He probably thought I was doing it for the reasons I always did, out of attraction and desire. In truth, it was a goodbye kiss. His mouth answered mine, his… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
