Whatever house I'm in, I hope she's not in it.

When she lay curled against him, her skin dewed from passion, there was still that small, cold place inside of her where the heat hadn't quite reached.

Mr. St. Maur will help me make a most excellent match. Perhaps you should retain him as well."
Minerva shook her head at the pair of them. "A man will have to fall out of the sky and into my bedroom before I marry him.

I run into trees all the time when I go sledding

The streets are empty. Wind skims the voids keeping neighbors apart, as if grazing the hollow of a cut reed, or say, a plundered mailbox. A familiar note is produced. It's the one Desolation plays to keep its instrument in tune.

There was no escaping his crown. Or his father, who would behead Sorscha, burn her, and scatter her ashes to the wind if he found out she'd helped him. His father, whom his friends were now working to destroy. They had lied to him and ignored him for that cause. Because he was a danger, to them, to Sorscha, and—