Autumn of the Grimoire (Sisters Solstice, #1)

by J.L. Vampa

indecent.” “You know

“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.”

“Goodnight, prince,” Agatha spoke sarcastically under her breath and curtsied. “Sweet dreams, peasant,”

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

The world is cloaked in grey, not black and white.”

“Whatever you’re made of, I am too,”

“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?”