Shayla

“You disappoint me, Cassandra. Your legends paint you differently," Daemon said softly, his voice thick with malevolence.

"I'm a Priestess serving at this Altar," she said, working to keep her voice steady. "You're mistaken, if you think--"

He laughed softly. She stepped back from the sound and found herself pressed against the counter.

"Do you think I can't tell the difference between a Priestess and a Queen? And the Jewels, my dear, name you for what you are."

She bent her head slightly in acknowledgment. "So I'm Cassandra. What do you want, Prince?”
― Anne Bishop, Daughter of the Blood

“A power claimed and challenged and thrice carried out is true”
― Naomi Novik, Spinning Silver

“I'll try a pagan friend, thought I, since Christian kindness has proved but hollow courtesy.”
― Herman Melville

“Anger was a fire in a grate, and I'd never had any wood to burn. Until now, it seemed.”
― Naomi Novik, Spinning Silver