It seemed she was in a cathedralโif, that is, the earth itself were to dream a cathedral into being over thousands of years of water weeping through stone.
Laini TaylorI want to touch with my mouth. His mouth, with my mouth. Maybe his neck, too. But first things first: Make him aware I exist. Itโs possible that he is already aware, if only in a โdon't step on the small girlโ kind of way.
Laini TaylorThis is the story of the curse and the kiss, the demon and the girl. It's a love story with dancing and death in it, and singing and souls and shadows reeled out on kite strings.
Laini Taylor