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“She’s pretty fucking adorable when her feathers are ruffled.”
― Brynne Weaver, Tourist Season

“When suffering and grief threatened to finally destroy me, hunting Harper Starling was the only thing that kept me alive.”
― Brynne Weaver, Tourist Season

“Maybe we should just start with the basics. What’s your favorite color?” He lifted a brow at the mundane question but reached out with the hand that wasn’t propping him up and tugged at the tail of the velvet ribbon tied in her hair. “Red.” The ribbon perfectly matched the rest of her ensemble: a high-collared, scarlet chemise with long gossamer sleeves that puffed at her shoulders and tapered then flared”
― Kaylie Smith, Phantasma

“Call her a name one more time,” he threatened, his tone bored but his eyes alight with mischief. “I dare you.” Cade gawked at the sight of Blackwell’s tall frame, but his expression quickly soured as he spat, “Incredible, even Demons have whores⁠—” Blackwell grabbed Cade’s wrist and twisted his arm until he screeched in agony. “Incredible,” Blackwell echoed. “The audacity of men worth less than dirt.”
― Kaylie Smith, Phantasma