“A blinding light, the crack of wood, the weight of thunder. The sting of hail and the whistle of metal in the air. The melting of gravity and the splinter of bones. The taste of blood and smoke and the ring of death. (page 304)” WarWarfareGrenadeRebecca RossGrenadesRuthless Vows Author:Rebecca Ross, Ruthless vows
“He didn't move, but Iris watched as he swallowed. His blue eyes smoldered as he studied her; she was jarred by it until she realized he was also taking in her every detail, from her neck down to her toes. Her skeins of hair, her freckles on her face. The longer he beheld her, the more his countenance softened, and she wondered if he was remembering her. If there was something about her that called him. A mortal bond that was stronger than any divine magic.” Page 161Ruthless Vows Author:Rebecca Ross