Sharon Fen

“Honestly, I hate when in books, the guys changes the girl's life. Like, no. The girl needs to change her own life.”
― Sasha Alsberg a

“You guys dated, didn’t you?”
“Are you insane? Not even if the continuation of our kind depended on it would I be tempted to do something so awful.”
― Rachel Morgan, The Faerie Guardian

“Forgiveness isn't something given... It's something earned. What could I do to earn it, Aileana? Nothing. - Sorcha”
― Elizabeth May, The Fallen Kingdom

“Kiaran tosses me his coat. “Here. There’s a roll of bread for you in the inner pocket. You need to eat something.”

The bread is wrapped in leaves that kept it dry. I gratefully murmur my thanks that Kiaran is so practical. Between the Morrigan’s attacks and worrying over the Book, I didn’t even notice how famished I was.

Kiaran gathers wood for a fire and I light it with my powers. A small bit of energy I’m willing to risk because I’m so bloody tired and I’ve never seen Kiaran look this rough, either.

Now you know how I feel, I think wryly as I move to sit near the flames. No invulnerable, shining fae skin. No immediate healing. Just the deep bone-tiredness of mortality.

Kiaran sits opposite, as far from me as possible. The scent of burning wood must mask the scent of my blood, at least a little. His eyes flicker to me in a quick, controlled assessment. “Your wounds need binding.”

I can’t help but smile. “First the bread, now my wounds. Is this the Kiaran MacKay way of fussing over someone?”

“I don’t fuss,” Kiaran says. “I give stern instructions, like: Bind your goddamn wounds.”

“I don’t like overbearing men.”

His mouth quirks into a sly smile. “And yet I love assertive, stubborn women.”

I laugh in surprise. “God, I adore you.”
― Elizabeth May, The Fallen Kingdom