“His slow smile didn’t soften his hawkish features. “You’ll come to my bed. And you won’t think it a waste of time.” — Meljean Brook Copy Share Image
“Stories were so easy to control. Lady Lynx escaped because Zenobia created an escapable situation, and if anything unexpected happened to her characters, Zenobia… — Meljean Brook Copy Share Image
“If Helene was with child, either Basile Auger had astonishing ejaculatory capabilities, impregnating her from halfway around the world, or she’d lain with another… — Meljean Brook Copy Share Image
“He expelled a long breath, smiled slightly as if in memory. “I heard them in their room. She said she was a bit tired,… — Meljean Brook Copy Share Image
“I've never understood it. That is always the first thing someone asks: Where are you from. Not 'What do you like?' or 'What do you believe?' or even 'What is your mother like?' which all have more bearing on the person I am. And if I don't tell them where I'm from, they try to guess… It drives them mad,… — Meljean Brook Copy Share
“And even though she could remember most of the sentences and every plot point, the story would never be what it had been. She… — Meljean Brook Copy Share Image
“She'd never thought of it as a colony. Instead it had been invaded, occupied, enslaved. She supposed colonized was more palatable to those who'd… — Meljean Brook Copy Share Image
“Mara gave you my letter?" "Yes." "You must have been astonished." She had exposed her heart in that letter. His eyebrows shot up. "'Astonished' is a mild word for it." "But you came - so you must have read the other letters. They should have prepared you a little." "I received no other letters. I had no idea you were… — Meljean Brook Copy Share
“Aghast, Yasmeen gaped at her before looking to the duke. "It's worse than I thought. Not just the Horde, not just the police- you're… — Meljean Brook Copy Share Image
“Mina’s mouth dropped open, and he bent his head as if to kiss her. She jammed her gun barrel under his chin. He grinned.” — Meljean Brook Copy Share Image
“When you're surrounded by stupidity, self-preservation isn't a sin.” — Meljean Brook Copy Share Image
“Breathe, Newberry. If you faint in the Blacksmith’s laboratory, only the stars above know what might be grafted to your body when you wake… — Meljean Brook Copy Share Image
