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“It’s our actions that define us. What we choose. What we resist. What we’re willing to die for. I may have been forced into this war, but I’m learning to choose my battles. People treat you as badly as you let them treat you.”

Book:Bloodfever

Work

Bloodfever

Bloodfever is a gripping tale that explores themes of revenge, obsession, and the complex nature of family ties. The story follows a protagonist who must confront their own demons and the legacy of their ancestors as they navigate a web of deceit and danger. more

Author

Karen Marie Moning

Karen Marie Moning, born on November 1, 1964, is a renowned fantasy author known for her unique magical worlds and complex character relationships. Her most famous work is the 'Ice and Fire' series. more

“What I know, brother, is you break every goddamned rule for Mac.” “Back at you, Ry. Difference is, I’ll help you do it.” “Lor has never been Pri-ya.” Ryodan shakes his head in disgust. “The princess can’t turn us. Son of a bitch, Mac’s ass is—” “Mine,” Barrons says flatly. “You will never go there. You have a problem with Mac, you work it out with me. I am her shield, I am her second fucking skin.”

Mackayla Lane Jericho Barrons Ryodan Barrons

Book:Burned

Source: Burned

“The nature of immortality is a mystery,' he says, speaking so softly that we have to lean closer to hear.' But everything I know of writing and reading tells me that this is true. I have felt it in these shelves and in others.”

Writing Reading Immortality

Book:Mr. Penumbra's 24-Hour Bookstore

Source: Mr. Penumbra's 24-Hour Bookstore

“In bed, I steal moments of tenderness when sex has finally exhausted me to the point where I’m too bone weary to fret anymore about the enormous capacity for evil that’s taken up squatter’s rights inside me. I touch him, put all those things I don’t say into my hands as I trace the red and black tattoos on his skin, the sharp planes and hollows of his face, bury my hands in his dark hair. He watches me in silence when I do, eyes dark, unfathomable. I sometimes wake up to find he’s pulled me close to him and is holding me, spooned into my back with his face in my hair, and those hands that don’t speak like mine don’t speak move over my skin and tell me I’m cherished, honored, seen.”

Mackayla Lane Jericho Barrons Barrons

Book:Burned

Source: Burned