Hidden Raphael Quotes

“head. She had to be wrong about that. This was a crazy dream, but did castles have electricity? She shook her head and decided one step at a time. One issue at a time. Step one. She wasn't dead. Was she kidnapped? Unlikely. A flashback in her mind went straight to the second where”
― Victoria Pinder, Stormy Peril

“own clothes were gone. She scratched her arm because it itched, and she remembered the hard, cold ocean. Who knew how deep she'd fallen into the watery depths, and she thought herself dead. Her skin itched with salt. Last night she’d been so cold. How was she wearing silky anything? She stretched to get out of the bed, and her feet pressed against a rug, though it wasn’t”
― Victoria Pinder, Stormy Peril

“windowpane. She breathed in and out, neither dead nor frozen. She sat up in bed, in the dimly lit room, and ran her hand over the silk nightgown she wore. She hadn’t had silk anything, ever. Her brow furrowed as she realized this wasn’t hers. Her own clothes were gone. She scratched her arm because it itched, and she remembered the hard, cold ocean.”
― Victoria Pinder, Stormy Peril

“ran her hand over the silk nightgown she wore. She hadn’t had silk anything, ever. Her brow furrowed as she realized this wasn’t hers. Her own clothes were gone. She scratched her arm because it itched, and she remembered the hard,”
― Victoria Pinder, Stormy Peril

“neither dead nor frozen. She sat up in bed, in the dimly lit room, and ran her hand over the silk nightgown she wore. She hadn’t had silk anything, ever. Her brow furrowed as she realized this”
― Victoria Pinder, Stormy Peril

“Kimberly Mira blinked into the dark and sniffed the air. Clean cotton sheets? A soft mattress cushioned her back. Her skin grew goose bumps as the wind howled outside. This wasn't heaven. Her skin felt grimy and her head pounded like she'd drunk too much last night. Flashes of an out-of-control fire replayed in her mind. She sucked in her breath like she needed to hold as much oxygen in as possible. She told herself to be normal and that the intense fire was in her mind's eye. Eventually she relaxed her body. Another memory surfaced as she closed her eyes and remembered falling into depths”
― Victoria Pinder, Stormy Peril