“I won’t be your pawn,” I growled. Puck’s lips formed a thin, knowing grin. “In the end, you’ll still serve the Fae.” — Jamie Wyman Copy Share Image
“Marius, where are my pants?” His grin widened. “Wouldn’t you like to know?” — jamie wyman Copy Share Image
“Bella. "Nathan Malone is dead." He caught her shoulders, shook her. "No!" she screamed back. And she couldn't hit him. She wanted… — Lora Leigh Copy Share Image
“Do you speak Gaelic Noah? she suddenly asked. His heart clenched. It actually hurt, as though spikes of steel had been dug… — Lora Leigh Copy Share Image
“I think love is the wild card of existence. Don’t rule it out. Old as we are, it may still get thrown… — Rita Mae Brown Copy Share Image
“Some are born to greatness,” Flynn gestured to himself. “Others…” He eyed Marius. “Well, then there are just others.” — Jamie Wyman Copy Share Image
“You are a pawn and a tool,” he said. “But you’re the right one for the job. For that, I am sorry.” — Jamie Wyman Copy Share Image
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