Quotes by : Fawn Bonning

Like a bellowing beast, he howled her name, his raspy wails riding the gales like a ship on a roiling....

She buried her face into his neck, hiding her tears―and her fears, for though the Lor of Zeria was....

Beyond the window, a breeze gently gusted―and she heard it―ever so softly, just beyond the panes.....

There was blood on the hair of his chinny chin chin.