I considered her response as we walked up the steps to the temple and entered the sanctuary.***The High Priestess's name was Grace, which I found rather ironic. She walked with grace, and talked with grace, but her words were often harsh and sharpened to such an edge I felt as though they could cu

Mom nodded, her legs crossed as she leaned back into a high-backed chair in the private reading room we had acquired, looking terribly smug. "Well, what now? You know the High Priestess will flee—""And so what if she does? I am willing to bet she is the least of our problems. Grace has been a pain

"That would have caused a break in the White Queen line," I mumbled, seeing the big picture."Exactly," Troy breathed, running his fingers through his hair."Ethan mentioned something like this to Rowan, long ago, when Maeve first arrived in Mirage to rule alongside Ernest," Rosalie said softy, sitt

EthanI had known Lynus since the end of war. He had been much younger when we met for the first time, of course, shortly after he was elected by the people of the Isles to represent them on the newly formed council of the High Elders. He was fifteen years older than me but was the youngest among th

'I can't. I need—I need to run. I can't describe this feeling, Troy. Everything is—everything is so different. So, so perfect.''You need to stop. Just—just hang on—' he reached the top of the hill, panting. He was a very, very large wolf. I had always imagined him this way, dark brown fur and a bod