“I stood on a rise, overlooking the plague valley. Matthew was beside me. The last thing I remembered was crawling into my sleeping bag after the whiskey had hit me like a two-by-four to the face. Now my friend was… — Kresley Cole, Dead of Winter Copy Share
“Has Joules calmed down yet?” I asked her. “Did he find the culprit?” “The Tower’s latest farfetched theory? Nanoseconds before his lightning hit, the… — kresley cole, dead of winter Copy Share Image
“I stood on a rise, overlooking the plague valley. Matthew was beside me. The last thing I remembered was crawling into my sleeping bag after the whiskey had hit me like a two-by-four to the face. Now my friend was here with me. “I’ve missed you. Are you feeling better?” How much was this vision taking out of him? “Better.”… — Kresley Cole, Dead of Winter Copy Share
“I woke from that disturbing vision—to find just as disturbing a sight. Jack was shirtless, kneeling before the fire, about to press his red-hot bowie knife over the wound on his chest. Sitting nearby, Aric looked on, as if this was cool or something. I shot upright. “What are you doing??” “Prend-lé aisé, bébé.” Take it easy? Was Jack buzzed?… — Kresley Cole, Dead of Winter Copy Share
