12 Quotes by Liz Meldon

And yet this god, this old god from the Old World, somehow made her feel small. It was only for a moment, but Aphrodite blinked under the weight of his stare—his scrutiny.

Swatting his arm was like swatting a brick wall; Elle had never noticed the toned biceps hiding under his pressed suits and crisp button-ups. Or maybe she had, but she’d just added it to the list of reasons Grant was a sleazy jerk: gym-obsessed, girl-obsessed, and money-obsessed.

Glaring at her reflection, she thought herself reptilian, artificial, corpse-like—inhuman.And now someone else had said it, aloud, for all the world to hear.