Shadows of the Gods: A Fourth Born Novel

by Shay Taylor

“No, your soul is the prettiest shade of green I’ve ever seen. It matches the moss in the forest— my favorite color." He paused. "Your soul matches mine.”

“No one gets to touch you. You are mine to torture. You are mine to make miserable. You are mine to destroy."

“Give me their names and I’ll wipe their existence from the realm.” Possessiveness was now pure jealousy. “Names, Grim, I want their souls for touching something that does not belong to them.”