In my not-so-humble and far-too-frequently-expressed opinion, I was a twenty-five-year-old grandma without the burden of grandchildren, and I was totally okay with that.
“She had always been drawn to the untamed, wild things of the world.”
“Daggers and blades, quivers and bows. I scratched my head at the heavy, wicked-looking mace that Rhys had somehow dumped beside the desk without my noticing. I didn’t even want to know. Though I had no doubt Cassian was somehow behind it.”
“Never say ‘no’ to adventures. Always say ‘yes,’ otherwise you’ll lead a very dull life.”
― Ian Fleming
“You look like an angry snowball,” Cassian said.
“The world is black and white and all the shades of grey in between.”
“We find things, just as we lose things. If you’ve lost your honor, you’ll find it again.”
Cassian set me down at last. “What’d you get me for Solstice?”
I smacked his arm. “A heaping pile of shut the hell up.
And like roses in his hands, death blooms.
“Stars flickered around us, sweet darkness sweeping in. As if we were the only souls in a galaxy.”