“Witch's spell or not, he would take her, possess her- own her. It wasn't his intent when he kissed her. Fires of… — Deborah MacGillivray Witch Copy Share Image
“After Christian's death he'd just existed. He felt nothing, just a sense of emptiness. In some ways he welcomed that hollowness inside… — Deborah MacGillivray Death Copy Share Image
“He pulled her against his chest, letting her feel his heart thunder its rhythm. Kissing her hair he whispered, the desperation raw,… — Deborah MacGillivray Flesh and blood Copy Share Image
“Words wound deeper than any knife, my lord. Often they fester and never heal.” — Deborah MacGillivray Deeper Copy Share Image
