Dana Maria

“Shadows quake at the edges of the chamber, and a corner of my mouth rises. “I won’t have to.” His eyes flare in confusion for all of a millisecond before shadows explode around us, immediately devouring every speck of light in a sea of endless black I instantly recognize as home. A band of darkness wraps around my hips and yanks me backward, then brushes my cheek gently, steadying my galloping heartbeat and quieting my power.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Onyx Storm