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Rising for Autumn (Philadelphia Coven Chronicles #3) Rising for Autumn by Katherine McIntyre
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“He’d fallen in the trap before of believing she had the cold soul of an ice queen, but moments like these, it seemed more like she’d been encased a long time ago and couldn’t break free.”
Katherine McIntyre, Rising for Autumn
“A thousand words blossomed to her lips and died there, because no amount of speaking could communicate the depths of how he’d affected her. Of how he’d changed her.”
Katherine McIntyre, Rising for Autumn
“A chill swept through the air, the sort of graveyard kiss promising bad news to follow.”
Katherine McIntyre, Rising for Autumn
“We deal with so many nightmares on a regular basis. When I’m watching a horror movie, there’s a pattern, a sense of control in them. I’m just an observer, not having to deal with any of the repercussions. It’s a nice dream to think monsters play by the rules, that they’ve got a pattern you can unlock and follow. Real life’s messy, and the chaos leaves you devastated in the wake.”
Katherine McIntyre, Rising for Autumn
“Alanna Carrington, head witch of the Philadelphia Coven, hurtled his way, and with her, trouble was a guarantee.”
Katherine McIntyre, Rising for Autumn
“If anyone loved danger, Jev Brennan did.”
Katherine McIntyre, Rising for Autumn
“He stroked her back and kept a fierce grip on her like she’d fade away into one of the thousands of ghosts in this cemetery.”
Katherine McIntyre, Rising for Autumn
“Legendary manners there, Karim,” she commented, her voice calm. “Your mother teach you?”

“I was taught the advantage of surprise,” he responded as he walked over to her massive desk.”
Katherine McIntyre, Rising for Autumn
“She’d sworn she wouldn’t end up like her little brother, but loneliness didn’t arrive with flashing bulbs and a warning label. The descent was as simple and complex as a faked smile, white lies about being “okay,” and the nod and acceptance as her own peers didn’t delve deeper, shutting the coffin lid for her.”
Katherine McIntyre, Rising for Autumn