Jessika DeVore

“I feel as if I’m underwater. “Did. . . did my father know?” “Did he know?” The corner of his lip tugs up, but there’s no amusement in his eyes. “It was his program, little rabbit.”
― Lauren Palphreyman, The Night Prince

“Not your wolf, Aurora.” Blood and gore splatter the ground beside us. Warm droplets drip down my cheek and onto his hand. “Your power. There’s a reason why you didn’t shift on the night of the full moon. A reason why Ghealach shone for you on the night of the battle with Sebastian. A reason why the Àithne doesn’t work on you, why Callum has struggled with his wolf—gods, why I have—since you have been around.” He grips me tighter, sliding his hands into my hair. “I think you’ve started to suspect it too. You feel it. It’s not your wolf that you keep suppressing when the fever comes for you. It’s a different power. The Wolves thought it was literal. A heart turned to rock, fossilized by time. What if it was not?”
― Lauren Palphreyman, The Night Prince

“Only you would face down a god of death at his most unhinged and complain about his emotional unavailability.”
― Bree Grenwich, The Ascended

“I let it go. No. I unleash.”
― Lauren Palphreyman, The Night Prince