Evan Peck

“As if she read Dana's thoughts, the wolf spoke softly.
"Stand beside the earliest crossroads and ask of the old paths, where is the way to good?"
"I'm afraid," Dana's voice shook. "Not for me but for you. I don't want you to die.”
― O.R. Melling, The Light-Bearer's Daughter

“This is fantastic! I feel just like Cinderella."

"I remember her. A charming girl."

"How could you? That's just a -"

"Fairy tale?”
― O.R. Melling, The Hunter's Moon

“Little lost girl."
He hoisted himself onto a low wall and lit a cigarette. Laurel hesitated before leaving. A spark of her old self flared up.
"Do you enjoy being a creep?"
He returned her gaze without flickering.
"If I wasn't bad, how else would the rest of you know you were good?"
He blew smoke in her face.”
― O.R. Melling, The Summer King

“Have you forgotten how to sing?" murmured the dark-eyed young man who leaned over the rails of the Ha'penny Bridge. His sloe-black eyes went darker still as he brooded on the ancient river.
"When we called you Rurthach you purled like a young stream. What have they done to you?”
― O.R. Melling, The Hunter's Moon