This was a good novella, and I was surprised to find that it really changed my outlook on Sam. In the first two books of the series, I was viewing him as this wise, steady musical genius who had a fierce love for Ana and was kind of her solid rock through a lot of what's been going on. In this no...
I hope other publishers don't start doing this partial arc thing. I read reviews before I buy books, and they would be a lot less helpful if they were only half finished. My plan was to read the first 2 chapters of this sample from Edelweiss to see if I wanted to add this to my new releases calen...
Sunlight filtered through a sylph who leaned over me like a parasol. Warmth pressed around me, smelling faintly of ash and burned flesh. Groaning, I pushed myself up onto my elbows and assessed my situation. It had stopped snowing, and the clouds had lifted. I was still on the wall. Sylph huddled...
“What is that?” I glanced at the clock; it wasn’t even dawn. “This was your mother’s coronation gown.” She turned on the light and hung the gown from the top of the wardrobe. Though there were likely several layers of paper for protection, the whole package seemed bigger than necessary. At least ...
Screams from the courtyard below pounded through my ears, through my head, but I was blind to all but Tobiah’s motionless form. He was so still. So pale. His skin was like paper. The guards cut away his clothes, revealing the black bolt protruding from his gut. Blood splashed like angry ink, pool...
James didn’t bother to greet me as I entered the prince’s bedchambers. The gas lamps were dark, but the wood-paneled walls gleamed in the candlelight. “It just appeared.” I touched the handle; my escorts had tried to take it from me, but I’d asked if they’d seen what I’d done to the Hawksbill wal...
James, Tobiah, and I started for the messenger. Meredith looked to the crown prince for guidance. Francesca turned her glare on me, as though this were my fault; maybe it was. But Tobiah could barely stand, let alone walk, so with a pained groan he crumpled. James switched trajectories and the qu...
If not for the conversation with Sam, I’d have been giddy when he heaved open the mahogany doors and we entered the enormous chamber.The walls were bookcases, and every shelf was full.There were no separate rooms for different sections, like I’d imagined, but high bookcases gave the illusion of p...