“Yes, she was still breathing—and by the gods, he would keep her that way!” — T.L. Shreffler Breathing Copy Share Image
“Swaying from side to side, bent almost double, Sora still thought he was the most beautiful sight in the world. Crash” — T.L. Shreffler Crash Copy Share Image
“He knew Viper well. True to his name, the assassin was as slippery as a snake in the grass.” — T.L. Shreffler Assassin Copy Share Image
“I'm being sentimental, she thought, and turned to her room. He's an assassin. He doesn't care.” — T.L. Shreffler Assassin Copy Share Image
“Burn stepped up to the side of the horse and pulled Sora from Crash's arms. Crash was reluctant to let go.” — T.L. Shreffler Crash Copy Share Image
“The Wulven mage wasn't moving, and Crash knew that he never would move again. He” — T.L. Shreffler Crash Copy Share Image
“I should have acted sooner. Saved him. It was in my power.” Her throat closed painfully. Then Crash did something unexpected. He… — T.L. Shreffler Gaze Copy Share Image
“I am the fire,” Crash whispered. “I am the darkness.” It was a mantra, a prayer, the beginnings of a ritual, a… — T.L. Shreffler Crash Copy Share Image
“Burn turned to the doorway, his expression not exactly welcoming. "Finished sulking, have you? Pay your respects to our little heroine. She… — T.L. Shreffler Respect Copy Share Image
“He cared about the girl—maybe, partially, why not—but it was only because she was still alive. If she had been killed in… — T.L. Shreffler Cared Girl Copy Share Image
“A shooting star, a cloud, or some sign from the Goddess…? One second later, the world shattered. Her father's grumbling voice was… — T.L. Shreffler Astronomy Copy Share Image
“Stupid girl, you should have let me die, he thought. Specks of light could be seen against the night sky, distant windows… — T.L. Shreffler Night sky Copy Share Image
“So you think it's funny to leave me in the house all day with Crash? That man is horribly unsociable, you know."… — T.L. Shreffler Laughed Copy Share Image
“You almost died!” he said sharply. “Dorian is gone, and I don't want any more innocents killed—not at my expense, not at… — T.L. Shreffler Copy Share Image
“A second later, Jacques was at Burn's side, shaking the mercenary's hand as if he were the King himself. “Nice, Wolfy, well… — T.L. Shreffler Copy Share Image
“I don't..." Crash swallowed, "I don't want this to happen again." "What to happen again?" "This, Sora!" he said harshly. She sat… — T.L. Shreffler Crash Copy Share Image
“A true human would have collapsed within seconds, but not this assassin. Instead, impossibly, he grabbed Volcrian's hand and twisted it back.… — T.L. Shreffler Assassin Copy Share Image
“I'm not fooled, assassin. You may think you are removed from us—that you have come to terms with your own mortality—but I… — T.L. Shreffler Assassin Copy Share Image
“I can't,” he repeated hoarsely, his throat full of rocks. Then he turned and walked away. She” — T.L. Shreffler Copy Share Image
“So who am I, then?" she asked instead. "Your student, or just a prisoner? Are you ever going to let me go?"… — T.L. Shreffler Green Eye Copy Share Image
“It was too soon, too quick, too painful. She couldn't believe this was finally the end. Appropriately, it was still raining… — T.L. Shreffler Painful Copy Share Image
“Abruptly the wind shifted, and his head snapped up. A scream pierced the air. It skittered across his skin and reverberated through… — T.L. Shreffler Crash Copy Share Image
“Sora snorted. "Fine." "Any nightmares? Monsters in your dreams?" "No, surprisingly," she said. It was a lie. She barely slept a wink,… — T.L. Shreffler Dreams Copy Share Image
“Only the future matters, Sora. Guilt is an illusion, a way of lingering on the past. You can't change what happened." He… — T.L. Shreffler Death Copy Share Image
“We have seasonal festivals where men and women can join,” he explained. Sora felt the conversation take a different turn. She hesitated,… — T.L. Shreffler Communication Copy Share Image
“So you don't like fish?” “Not especially,” he replied in an equally soft voice. Then a wicked glint lit his eyes. “Unless… — T.L. Shreffler Assassin Copy Share Image
