“Once quaking with the thunderous hoofbeats of the Wild Hunt, the ground was now littered with the broken limbs of the fallen, swept into the fray by the raging beasts. Bodies fell like autumn leaves, painting the mossy floor red. Their lifeless eyes stared up at the darkened sky, frozen in time, as yet another plea went unanswered by the goddess. They tried, in vain, to do what no other had done before, to rise up against an enemy made of shadows and hate, magic and malice.”
Source: The Cost of Curses: A Cursed Magic Novel
“There would be no survivors come morning. There never were. The Hunt left no hearts beating. There was no escaping the Sidhe. Not even the Fomorians, the powerful demons from below the sea, had outrun the pale ones and were driven back into the bellies of their waves and waters. But the Milesians were not demons like the Fomori. When they had come to Éire, they had a goddess blessed right to claim, and claim it they would. With spilled blood, unthinkable bargains and curses that would stain generations to come, the Milesians stood their ground.”
Source: The Cost of Curses: A Cursed Magic Novel
“The Sidhe oathed themselves to the demands of the victors, but nothing was free. Even freedom came with a cost, a debt waiting to be collected. The fading echoes of horses and haunting sounds of horns signaled the end of one era and the beginning of a new age, with the path of sacrifice nearly forgotten by all but the fae.”
Source: The Cost of Curses: A Cursed Magic Novel
“In the Bone District, the past lingered like a ghost. Every inch held souls long forgotten and stories no one wanted to tell anymore for fear of calling the reason for the tales home to the teller.”
Source: The Cost of Curses: A Cursed Magic Novel
“The moment I stepped foot on the grounds of Legacy House, a chill ran down my spine, as if the air was saturated with the ghosts of those who were buried beneath my feet. It wasn’t just a feeling of this place being haunted. It was a certainty. Falias had been born into the belly of war, and if a person stayed still long enough, they’d be able to smell the bones of the fallen. Nothing covered up the stench of the fae or the death that trailed behind them like rotting puppy dogs.”
Source: The Cost of Curses: A Cursed Magic Novel
“I’m not a demon. I am Fomori. And the cost is mine alone. But the oath between the Fomori and Milesians is long over. The next time this happens, and it will, I will let them run amuck in your pretty little town. The Fomori will not carry another debt in your name.”
Source: The Cost of Curses: A Cursed Magic Novel
“I felt like a gut-torn rodent in the grove, waiting for death.”
Source: The Cost of Curses: A Cursed Magic Novel
“Make every drop of blood you lose as painful for them as it is for you.”
Source: The Cost of Curses: A Cursed Magic Novel
“Do not play games with those who thrive on chaos and destruction.
Forget not that fae are masters of cunning and terror,
birthed into the bellies of monsters and suckled from the teat of despair.”
Source: The Cost of Curses: A Cursed Magic Novel
“One dark spell.
One curser fated to die.
And a sister willing to damn her soul.”
Source: The Price of Magic: A Cursed Magic Novel