Stop it. Do not feel safe with him. The Stockholm Syndrome is not your friend.

good call. A second drag and your next stop's the wastepaper basket - and not to toss your kleenex, true.

The Destroyer has arrived and you are he.

I'm so very grateful to the readers who put down their hard-earned money to read what I write. They don't have to do that. They choose to. And I try and earn that trust every time I put out a book. I know that sometimes the stories head into challenging territory and I respect that that can be hard. It's a wonderful journey, though, and I'm so glad we're all on it together!

Saxton was indeed clear on things: Blay was still in love with Qhuinn— and probably always would be. “Why?” he said to his lover. “Because I want you for however long I have you.

Oh my God..." Xhex's heart stopped as she looked at him in the mirror. Across his upper back, in a glorious spread of black ink...in a declaration that didn't whisper but shouted...in a billboard-size front with flourishes... Her name in the Old Language.

As much as we have free choice, absolute destiny is immutable. What is meant to happen does, through one measure or another.