A Shadow in the Reaping (The Shadow Realm, #1)

by Brynne Weaver

And I love to get away with things.

Long enough for me to be sure that when he says anyone, what he really means is me.

I'm playing my part in manifesting a better world.

You know those dudes that drive Honda civics and install a huge muffler on them so they sound like some kind of fucked-up race car but with the engine of a hairdryer and the body of a beater? Like a Frankencar? Yeah. I pick one of those guys. I'm doing us all a solid here, so you're welcome.

Made me giggle out loud

“If you're trapped in the Realm of Light, I will still find you,” Ashen says.

“You are like the wind or the sea, like an elemental force of nature. You feared me and yet I'm the one who is left defenseless as you dismantle my walls, stone by stone.”

“I'll share every part that you're willing to take, and I'll take any part that you're willing to give,”

“Promises are for mortals.” “Not when they are made between you and me.”

And maybe I was wrong about promises being only paid in blood. This kiss feels like a promise. Every caress of our lips, every sweep of our tongues, every ragged breath. The way Ashen's palm heats my back as he pulls me closer. It feels like a promise that is paid with love.

How precious moments like this are, sharing a drink in silence with someone you love.