“There was nothing soft or forgiving in her face; there was hardly anything human in it. She wore a mask of vengeance that would make the fiercest archangels tremble if they dared to gaze upon it. She was a perfect nightmare. An inkling of recognition flickered in, but I couldn't sort out what was familiar. My sweet ray of sunshine who burned hotter than the surface of the sun when provoked. It seemed like I was the only one who admired her ferocity. I heard the Fae's boots catch on a rock as he stumbled back. It was the wrong move. Showing a predator any fear was the quickest way to ensure they attacked. Right now Lore was no different. I sensed the rising tide of power a moment before she detonated. "You hurt what's mine.”
Book:Throne of Nightmares