“Who are you?” Her eyes snapped open, and her voice held a hysterical edge. “Do I even know who you are?” He stepped over Walker’s battered corpse and grabbed her by the shoulders, leaned down so that his no-doubt foul… — Elizabeth Hoyt Copy Share Image
Tie a knot and hang it up high. Your battered corpse is bitter and sore. Our lethal nectar will distort your body. We'll make you better than god did before. — Angelspit Copy Share Image
