Wave to the nice tourists, Sparkle. I promise it won't cause pestilence and firestorms." Elena bit the inside of her cheek at Aodhan's glare-she'd never seen anyone crack his reserved shell. "Sparkle and Bluebell, nice." "Never," Aodhan said, hands stubbornly on the girder, "ever repeat that. Illium seems to have forgotten I promised to separate his tongue from his mouth should he utter it again in this immortal lifetime.


Archangel's Legion (ed. Hachette UK, 2013) - ISBN: 9780575112285


Wave to the nice tourists, Sparkle. I promise it won't cause pestilence and firestorms. Elena bit the inside of her cheek at Aodhan's glare-she'd...

Wave to the nice tourists, Sparkle. I promise it won't cause pestilence and firestorms. Elena bit the inside of her cheek at Aodhan's glare-she'd...

Wave to the nice tourists, Sparkle. I promise it won't cause pestilence and firestorms. Elena bit the inside of her cheek at Aodhan's glare-she'd...

Wave to the nice tourists, Sparkle. I promise it won't cause pestilence and firestorms. Elena bit the inside of her cheek at Aodhan's glare-she'd...