“Opening night is in a week. Already announced to the papers, already sent out in the newsletter in fancy, glossy, full-color glory. Which means I have two days, max, to finish the framing—easily a week’s worth of work—and then four days for drilling the star maps I’ve already marked on the plywood, painting, wiring, installing, and finessing.Leaving me only one day—the day of the evening gala—to clean and get the actual exhibits set up. It’s impossible. I will make it happen or die trying. I don’t realize I’ve said that last part aloud until I notice Michelle’s horrified face.” Interior DesignIsadoraMichelle Book:The Chaos of Stars Source: The Chaos of Stars
“He eyed her warily. “Did Pearl give you coffee?” “Yes.” “How many cups?” “Just three. It’s quite good with cream and sugar.” “Have you ever had it before?” “No. Why? What does that have to do with anything? I don’t see what that has to do with anything. Why are my knees shaking?” “Pearl!” Pearl peeked around the wall. “Well! She had a headache. I didn’t think she’d act like a squirrel. And I didn’t know she had three cups.” “A headache?” Maximillion murmured. He turned to Isadora, pointing to the nearest chair. “Sit down.” “I don’t want to.” “Sit. Down.” CoffeeHilariousHeadacheCaffeineLaugh Out LoudSquirrelKatie CrossIsadora Book:Flame Source: Flame
“Why are you helping me?” Maximillion blinked, drawing in a deep breath. He let it out. “Because it’s the right thing to do. There, your question is answered.” MagicMoralityWitchRight And WrongFlameWatcherIsadoraRight Thing To DoMaxmillion Book:Flame Source: Flame
“How, I wondered, was one meant to live without killing, when killing sought one out at every turn? The world made its monsters indeed.” Isadora Book:Isadora Source: Isadora