The Song of the Marked (Shadows and Crowns, #1)

by S.M. Gaither

Luck was a lesser-spirit that only the lazy and the foolish prayed to.

The closer I get to the end, she had told Cas once, the more I find myself wanting to go back to the beginning.

He intrigued her. Which for some reason only made her want to stab him more.

They should be judged by what they do, not what they are.

“You’re much nicer after you’ve had a near-death experience. You should almost die more often, maybe.”

He squeezed the rain from the waves of his hair and gave his head a shake, slinging water droplets against the wall as he did. The movement made her think of a dog. A very handsome dog, but a dog nonetheless.