“Cole was the one to slip a phantom hand into the car to the soul that waited. His hand passed through broken glass, twisted metal, and solid flesh. The male’s head hung at an odd angle, and the car’s engine… — Francesca Vance Copy Share Image
“bored, the strikes almost lazy. The blades made an echoing clang that reverberated up her spine, sending tiny vibrations down the arches of her… — Francesca Vance Copy Share Image
“Cole was the one to slip a phantom hand into the car to the soul that waited. His hand passed through broken glass, twisted… — Francesca Vance Copy Share Image
