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576 pages, Kindle Edition
First published January 13, 2024
It oscillates between an argent haze of barely-there shape and strong, sturdy feline with a tufted tail and flowing mane that tangles with the win. Like the tendrils are dancing with Clode.
Something bumps against my cheek, ripping me from the fiery clutches of a dream that was melting flesh from my bones in slow, sizzling sweeps.
"For those who feel small and quiet. Spread those wings and roar."
“Any lost opportunity to worship you is a tragedy.”
“I’m incredibly bored with this conversation. Can we get to the point where you condemn me to execution for taking out the trash? That’s the part I’m most excited about.”
“I’m just so sick of looking at your ugly face that death is starting to sound rather cushy.”
“You’re very stubborn,” he says, moving around to crouch by the stool. “So nice of you to say. I sharpen that weapon daily.”
"I’ve actually decided his death might be one of the greatest losses this world could suffer. Not that I’m going to tell him that, of course."
"He’s fire and brimstone. I’m shattered ice. Our collision is steam and destruction, destined to dissipate, but I’ll gladly burn beneath him until the world comes crumbling down."
"Either way, there’s no one else I’d willingly serve my heart on a platter to—over and over and over again—like a hopeless, lovesick stray begging for a treat."
"I’d mulch her enemies with my bare hands to see those dimples. Or at the very least, pave a bloody path for her to slaughter them herself.
“Chase death, Moonbeam. And I pray your bloodlust brings you the same sense of peace I feel just knowing you exist.”