Prince of the Arena (Beasts of the Briar, #1.5)

by Elizabeth Helen

scoops a palmful of radiant essence.

This sentence makes me angry

“Fuck it,” he growls.

Absolute winner

“This? This isn’t crazy. This is madcap. Kooky, even. But we haven’t stepped into crazy territory. Not even close.”

Madcap!!

A monstrous horse made entirely of the sea surges forward.

Elsa is that you?

And it’s not just the sex, which is, admittedly, my new favorite hobby, even beating out my old favorite: cross-stitching.

I’m dead