“Like the sea, from which we derive our gifts, we are wild at heart, and deadly when angered.” — C.L. Wilson Copy Share Image
“That was the strength of Ellysetta's weave. Bright, unyielding,indefatigable love. Love that did not know surrender. Love that did not understand limitations or even… — C.L. Wilson Copy Share Image
“The gods listen, Rain. Put a thought out there often enough, and they'll think it's what you want.” — C.L. Wilson Copy Share Image
“She’d never kissed a man. She’d wanted to a few times before, but she’d never allowed herself to do so. Now, the instant his… — C.L. Wilson Copy Share Image
“What happened yesterday was a mistake, but it’s over now. In the past, I’ve forgotten it, and so should you.” His brows rose. “You… — C.L. Wilson Copy Share Image
“She felt him bow his head to rest his jaw on her hair, the touch feather light. Tears beaded in her lashes” — C.L. Wilson Copy Share Image
“Keep looking like you want to eat me up, moa halea, and I’ll let you.” His voice was a hard, rough rumble.” — C.L. Wilson Copy Share Image
“Speaking of his little Summerwitch . . . he had not laid eyes on her nor had one whispered update about her activities since leaving her… — C.L. Wilson Copy Share Image
“Bel jumped to his feet, rubbing his wrists where the shel'dor piercings had chafed. "All right, kem'jetos . First we save Rain and Ellysetta,… — C.L. Wilson Copy Share Image
“The strength of Calberna flows from our women. We protect them, we love them, but we do not cage them.” — C.L. Wilson Copy Share Image
“He laughed with a mix of amusement and surprised appreciation. She couldn’t win. She had to know that. Yet still she fought. He hadn’t… — C.L. Wilson Copy Share Image
“Ver reisa ku'chae. Kem surah, shei'tani. (Your soul calls out. Mine answers, beloved.)” — C.L. Wilson Copy Share Image
“There was something breathtakingly beautiful about the life he was describing... She could almost feel his need and his love lapping at her like… — C.L. Wilson Copy Share Image
“Not all battles can be won. Not all lives can be saved. And no matter how we wish it, not all songs end in… — C.L. Wilson Copy Share Image
