“The hostage hours had blurred into one another, anonymous as a line of smashed pumpkins.” — Laura London Copy Share Image
“Merry Patricia Wilding was sitting on a cobblestone wall, sketching three rutabagas and daydreaming about the unicorn.” — Laura London Copy Share Image
“The hostage hours had blurred into one another, anonymous as a line of smashed pumpkins.” — Laura London Copy Share Image
“he smiled at her as though he had not with a single sentence blown the sane structure of her life into slithering fragments.” — Laura London Copy Share Image
“I’d love to see him lay a single strip on her white back. It would be the most potent lesson either of them ever… — Laura London Copy Share Image
“It’s one thing to watch someone row; it’s quite another to try it oneself in heavy seas, and this was a bad moment to… — Laura London Copy Share Image
“Chopped up fairy wings, the heart of a narwhal taken during a lunar eclipse, spit from a consumptive.… Christ. Just drink it, will you?” — Laura London Copy Share Image
“its muscles white and glistening beneath its creamy hide, its chest broad and heaving, its horn poised and thick.” — Laura London Copy Share Image
