Qhuinn looked at each of the hoods again. How ironic, he thought. Nearly two years ago, an Honor Guard of black robes had been sent to him to make sure he knew his family didn't want him. And now, here these males were, come to draw him into a different kind of fold-- that was every bit as strong as that of blood.
J.R. Ward[...]you know what they say about messengers, right"? Excuse me?" Too much bad news will get you shot."[...]
J.R. WardI was dead until you found me, though I breathed. I was sightless, though I could see. And then you came...and I was awakened.
J.R. Ward