Hulya Kara Yuksel

“Pulling back, I catch his eyes and they’re dark and hungry and hooded.  His attention moves back to my mouth, once again asking the question, “You single, Hal?”  I finally give him the long-awaited answer, nodding to tell him yes.  “Good.” He takes a slow predatorial step towards me, tone sharp and leaving no room for question. “Because we aren’t fucking friends.”  With that declaration, he grips the side of my neck and slams his mouth onto mine.”
― Liz Tomforde, Rewind It Back

“Medra Pendragon is hereby declared the Second Betrothed Consort of Prince Blake Drakharrow,” Lord Drakharrow was decreeing to the crowd. “She is not to be touched. If she is fed upon, there will be slaughter. All in this hall have been warned.”
― Briar Boleyn, On Wings of Blood

“Blake Drakharrow was beautiful in a way I didn't want to admit. In a way that made my blood simmer and my mind spin with confusion. How could someone so vile be so compelling?”
― Briar Boleyn, On Wings of Blood

“Dragons were more valuable to the realm than healers,” the teacher went on. “Healers were expendable. And so countless healers were sent to try to save the dragons. So many that their names have been lost to history. Conveniently so. My great-great-grandmother’s name was remembered because my family honored her legacy and her sacrifice. But many were forgotten. Or if they were remembered, it was only as failures in the eyes of the highbloods. Healers, you see, could not save the dragons. The last dragon died out. And so did the riders. Until now.”
― Briar Boleyn, On Wings of Blood