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

by Brynne Weaver

Frankly, it was super uncool. So, I felt the need to kill most of them for being such dicks. And they never expected some sweet-faced, unassuming, quiet young woman would be the true epicenter of all the chaos and destruction. It could never be a woman. They always underestimate us. They always overlook us. Always.

Sometimes having just one person left to stand for you reminds you how many you've lost.

“I won't let anything hurt you, Lu,” he says. His voice sounds like a promise. He sounds like a warrior. He sounds like he will burn the world to keep his word.

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

“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.”

“Libbu isriq, ekimmu,” he whispers into my skin. You have stolen my heart, vampire.

“No. You belong to you, vampire. But I will cherish any part you're willing to share with me.”

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