Alexis B

“Grim landed in the room with a crack. His wide eyes went straight to her, quickly assessing her state, then to the bleeding man on the floor. His hands were shaking. His voice was not the predatory calm she had come to expect. No, his words were laced in pure fury as he bent down, grabbed Tynan by his bloody neck, and said, “My wife? You dare threaten my wife?” Tynan made what must have been a gurgled plea that didn’t translate into words. Grim bared his teeth at him, his mouth turning into a twisted smile. “You have no idea how much I’m going to enjoy killing you.” Shadows spilled across the floor, poisonous and ruinous, nothing in the world could stop them—except for the hand Isla placed on Grim’s shoulder. At her touch, he stilled immediately. He looked up at her.”
― Alex Aster, Skyshade

“That was when Isla realized the woman looked like her, more than just from a distance. They shared features. They had the same lips. The same cheekbones. The same exact shade of green eyes. The Wildling’s smile was wicked. “Now you’re getting it. It’s nice to meet you, Isla. I’m Lark Crown.”
― Alex Aster, Skyshade

“That sort of love didn’t just die. He was right. This bridge between them was like the forever flame, relentless and unyielding.”
― Alex Aster, Skyshade

“She and Grim . . . as much as she had tried to fight it, as much as part of her hated herself for it, they were more alike than they were different. They understood each other. She was done pretending she didn’t love him. She was done burying her feelings down, hoping they would die. It might have made her a villain. It might have been wrong. But she wanted him.”
― Alex Aster, Skyshade