They say the first of my kind was Alasdair, a human raised by hawks. She learned the languages of birds and was gifted with their form.

They say the first of my kind was Alasdair, a human raised by hawks. She learned the languages of birds and was gifted with their form.

Sacrifice of live, sacrifice for love. Fate is gentle and harsh; she gives and she takes.

You speak of giving up my dreams. Have you ever, since Maeve's coven split, had a dream? Have you ever had anything worth dying for?

Life is nothing without a little chaos to make it interesting.

The only way I can protect him now is to make sure he never understands how easy killing can become.

No one can make you a victim but yourself.