Bloomsbury USA Childrens

“Why should I be scared of an oversized bat who likes to throw temper tantrums?”

Rhys pinched my behind, and I clamped down on my lip to keep from yelping.

And to Brody, Morgan, and Mark

And to Brody, Morgan, and Mark

It wasn’t only the cost of life that ripped and devastated and sundered. It was the altering of a soul with it—the realization that I could perhaps go back home to Velaris, perhaps see peace achieved and cities rebuilt … but this battle, this war … I would be the thing forever changed

“It’s so much harder,” she said, groaning as she chucked the rest of the blanket into my lap and rose to her feet. “When enemies turn into friends. And the opposite, I suppose. What didn’t I see? What did I overlook or dismiss? It always makes me reassess myself more than them.”
“Another joy of war?”
She snorted, heading for the tent flaps. “No—of life.”

Alis squeezed my hand. “Blood rubies or no, you will always have one friend in the Summer Court.”
My throat bobbed. “And you will always have one in mine,” I promised her.
She knew which court I meant. And did not look afraid.

I’ve wanted to roar it from the rooftops of Velaris from the moment the priestess anointed you. How typical of you to upend my grand plans.”

“Too bad there isn’t room in the tub for two.”
“A design flaw, and one I shall remedy tomorrow.”

I’d told Rhys before we did so that I had half a mind to deposit his ring at the Weaver’s cottage and make him retrieve it.