3 Quotes by Kira Dewey

Almost unbearably thicker than normal, sulfur polluted the air, entwining with the fog in an elusive dance. All this chaos woven together into a strange, alien rhythm: the thrill of battle.

He could feel his heart beating rapidly beneath his armor—flames were spreading, dancing to the perverted song of death. Screams of fear harmonized, a demented plea for mercy that would never be given. The song spiraled up with the smoke, polluting the air and stretching over the broken battlefield below.

Laurel let out a shriek of derisive laughter. “Then what do you call the Lux Civil War? Darling, if you want to win me back, work harder!