Autumn of the Grimoire (Sisters Solstice, #1)

by J.L. Vampa

The Sisters Solstice gathered around a blazing fire Seleste conjured, each of them facing the flames from whence their magic came: Wendolyn from the Nord, Sorscha from the Est, Seleste from the Sud, and Agatha from the Ouest.

It’s good for the soul to have something to crave; to tend; to strive for.

Agatha Joubert shall enter into marriage with the Crown Prince of Seagovia, His Highness, Thackery Frederic Peridot III, before the leaves hath all fallen and frost kisses the castle garden.

“She shall come,” he recited, “shrouded in black, but not of mourning…” With a continued look of astonishment, he reached out and pointed to her black skirts before looking at her face. “With eyes of the honey moon.”

What is white to one might very well be black to another. It matters not who is right or wrong, but how we mutually treat one another in the midst of the grey.

“Yes. But the nights are often very difficult for me. I’m pleased to see them over. To let the sun chase the monsters away.”

The greater good will always be the path less traversed. Let it be mine.

Agatha hates roses.

But it was certain that Grimm was in far deeper than he thought with this riveting creature.

Together they—will change the course of all things.

Kindness is a strength all its own. Peace and tranquillity should never be misinterpreted as meek or feeble.

“A woman may not have need of a man, but if he does not take care of her anyway, he is no man at all.”

“Don’t you dare leave me here, reaper. If I’m alive, so are you. Our grave will be dug as one, and we’ll climb in together. Do you understand me?”