“Her hands wrapped around his back, bunching the folds of his kaftan, and they stayed like this, connected, as dusk settled over the market.” — Cate Rowan Copy Share Image
“He’d set his mouth in a feral line that could have tipped toward kindness or to cruelty in a second.” — Cate Rowan Copy Share Image
“She was in love with the Great Sultan of Kad. And this was no crush. It was as real as the sun rising each… — Cate Rowan Copy Share Image
“Oh, come now, we’re professionals. For Fate’s sake, I’m 128 years old and far beyond curfews.” — Cate Rowan Copy Share Image
