“There was a scant inch between them, and Tal’s magic shuddered. His skin prickled with the want to be touched, straining toward Athlen’s heat in a way he’d not experienced before. This close, he smelled the sea on Athlen’s skin and could trace the constellation of freckles on Athlen’s nose and cheeks.”

“There was a scant inch between them, and Tal’s magic shuddered. His skin prickled with the want to be touched, straining toward Athlen’s heat in a way he’d not experienced before. This close, he smelled the sea on Athlen’s skin and could trace the constellation of freckles on Athlen’s nose and cheeks.”

— F.T. Lukens