Forest of Dreams and Whispers (The Fae of the Forest)

by Katherine Macdonald

Saddle my horse, my significant bother!”

It was not the first time he had dreamt of kissing Juliana, of doing a hundred other things with her. It was not the first time he had dreamt of watching her die. He wondered which thought would haunt him longer.

I take it all back. I really, really want to stab him in the face. Perhaps she would. Not with a knife, or anything that could do any real damage. Maybe a spoon.

“Sharing body heat,” Juliana explained. “Like we did before.” “Uh-huh…” “If you tell anyone about this—” “Murder. Unspeakable acts. Entrails for sausages. I understand.”

“I hate you as much as I detest the sun, as much as I loathe velvet, as much as I adore the worst of all the shadows.”