Spark of the Everflame (Kindred's Curse, #1)

by Penn Cole

The next moment, my limbs were flying in a choreographed war hymn my body could sing in its sleep.

But I was made of swinging fists and rash words, my edges too jagged and my temper too hot. Nothing about me was delicate.

Harder, Your Highness. Wilst thou give me permission to come, Your Highness? Let me kneel for you and show the Prince’s little prince a good time, Your H—

And now, I was finally starting to look beyond the oily rainbow prism of that bubble’s edge to the reality of the world beyond.

The main thoroughfare was like strolling through the finest textile market after nibbling on the wrong kind of mushroom.

“The only person you’re good at lying to is yourself.”