From Blood and Ash (Blood and Ash, #1)

by Jennifer L. Armentrout

Purity? I hated that word, the meaning behind it. As if my virginity determined my goodness, my innocence, and its presence or lack thereof was somehow more important than the hundred choices I made every day.

“Because the last time I kissed the owner of this cloak, she damn near sucked my tongue down her throat.” “Oh,” I whispered. Was I supposed to have done that? It didn’t sound like it would be something enjoyable.

The only thing I could tell from his kiss was what it had made me feel. Like he was seeking to possess me.

“Death is like an old friend who pays a visit, sometimes when it’s least expected and other times when you’re waiting for her. It’s neither the first nor the last time she’ll pay a visit, but that doesn’t make any death less harsh or unforgiving.”

“You’re an absolutely stunning, murderous little creature.” Pausing, he glanced down. “Nice weapon. Bloodstone and wolven bone. Very interesting…” His gaze flicked up. “Princess.”

“The next time you go out, wear better shoes and thicker clothing. Those slippers are likely to be the death of you, and that dress…the death of me.”

“I hate you.” “No, you don’t.” “And I’m about to stab you,” I warned. “In a very violent manner.” Concern flickered across his face as he lowered the book. “Now that, I believe.”

“Penellaphe,” gasped the Duchess. “What are you doing with a dagger? And under your skirt no less? This whole time?” A high, panicked giggle snuck out from around

Truths do not always set one free. Only a fool who has spent their entire life being fed lies believes that.”

“You are so incredibly violent.” He dipped his chin and whispered, “It still turns me on.”