The Silvered Serpents (The Gilded Wolves, #2)

by Roshani Chokshi

And so, Séverin had nurtured a new dream. He dreamt of that night in the catacombs, when Roux-Joubert had smeared golden blood over his mouth; the sensation of his spine elongating, making room for sudden wings. He dreamt of the pressure in his forehead, the horns that bloomed and arced, lacquered tips brushing the tops of his ears. We could be gods.

No pls no

“No one came,” he said, but his words were drowned out by the sound of the carriage lurching onto the gravelly streets. In the end, no one heard him.

some things are better left unsaid

“I wouldn’t dismiss myths,” said Enrique quietly. “Most myths are just truths covered in cobwebs.”

“The difference between a diamond necklace and a diamond dog collar depends on the bitch. And they both have teeth, Monsieur.”