Morwen Elda

“Sometimes love means letting go when you want to hold on tighter.”
― Melissa Marr, Ink Exchange

“You cannot force me to make my wishes now" She squared her shoulders and looked at him. "I've read texts.”
― Melissa Marr, Radiant Shadows

“She stood in his kitchen, watching him toy with the ring in his lip. It wasn't quite that he was biting it, but sucking it into his mouth. He did that when he was concentrating. It isn't sexy. He's not sexy. But he was, and she was staring at him like a fool. "wow" she whispered (.....)"Wow, huh?" His voice was low, husky. His chair creaked as he stood. His footsteps seemed strangely loud as he closed the couple yards between them. Then he was beside her. "I can work with wow”
― Melissa Marr, Wicked Lovely

“Images cluttered the pages, but one tattoo set her nerves on edge; inky black eyes surrounded by wings likes shadows coalescing.
Mine. The thought, the need,
the reaction was overpowering.
Leslie looked up. "This one." she said. "I need this one.

But the image is more than just tempting art, and it draws her into a world of shadows and desire- into the world of Faerie.”
― Melissa Marr