“When he finally sees you for what you are—for what you’ve done—I want you to remember one thing…” He leans in close, and his breath whispers against my ear. “The gods don’t weave fates for the dead. Virtue doesn’t mean shit if you don’t survive.”
excerpt from Book 1 of Blood of the Durit
You deserve every minute of this trip,” he said, a flicker of satisfaction flashing in his eyes. He leaned into her and kissed the top of her head. “You’ll realize that soon enough.
excerpt from SLICE by Angie Caedis