YA pseudonym of Romance novelist Tracy Wolff.
“It's somehow worse, now, after I've slept, because of that one moment-you know the one- when you're just waking up and you forget the new reality. Forget how your life has spontaneously combusted and instead think it was all just a bad dream. That everything's going to be okay. Until you remember. You jolt up, look around, and realize nothing is ever going to be okay again. That's exactly where I'm at right now.”
“Bathed in shades of violet, she comes in the dark. Power unrecognized, half human, half mar. Born in lightning, anointed in tears, Magic abounds, while its painful heat sears. The battle draws ever closer and one side will fall. Good and evil collide, once and for all. The victor uncertain, as fate evens the scales. A winter storm’s coming, a dark night’s tale- A Tempest rising, without fail.”
“Warriors aren't the only ones who can kick a little ass, you know. Some maidens can more than hold their own.”
“Thank you, Tempest, for loving me when understanding was too hard. Thank you for understanding when loving me is impossible.”
“I took a deep breath, held that scent in my lungs for long seconds as I tried to inhale the normalcy that made up his very essence. The normalcy I craved like a junkie with an open, aching vein.”
“Nothing is enough that doesn't come with peace of mind. Nothing is enough that doesn't come with love.”