“The night surrounds, breathes across her skin. They’re lost in the shadows of the moon.” — Laura Kreitzer Copy Share Image
“Why aren’t you smiling?” Cameron asks. She picks up the Astropad and stops the video. “Because this is the beginning, not the… — Laura Kreitzer Copy Share Image
“You should’ve told me,” she repeats. “Because here’s a news flash: You might’ve wanted to shelter me, but there’s nowhere you can… — Laura Kreitzer Copy Share Image
“Time keeps ticking away, unaware of the suffering each second generates. Time doesn’t care, because if it did, it would’ve reversed.” — Laura Kreitzer Copy Share Image
“You didn’t tell Summer about it, did you?” “What?” Gage scoffs. “Yeah, telling your girlfriend the Angel of Death might visit her… — Laura Kreitzer Copy Share Image
“Maybe the Society was right all along. From the very beginning, that’s what they called her. A time bomb. Tick, tick, tick.” — Laura Kreitzer Copy Share Image
“That,” she says, then clears her throat. “That’s a bit terrifying.” His lips twitch. “Isn’t that a side effect of love?” — Laura Kreitzer Copy Share Image
“She waits for his reprimand or words of disapproval. He kisses her instead. Hard. Lips demanding, fingers tightening on her chin. He… — Laura Kreitzer Copy Share Image
“A glacial chill rushes through Gage. He whips around just in time to see arms clutch Summer around the middle and drag… — Laura Kreitzer Copy Share Image
“She feels him scoot closer, the heat of him radiating off his chest and absorbing into her skin. His legs straddle her… — Laura Kreitzer Copy Share Image
“Landon drops the bloody knife and stares at Summer like he doesn’t even know her anymore. The truth is, she’ll never be… — Laura Kreitzer Copy Share Image
“Seconds ebb and wane. She’s not afraid of her voice anymore, but she’s not entirely sure she trusts it. She’s seen the… — Laura Kreitzer Copy Share Image
“Death and his scythe do not come. No sweeping black capes or ethereal escapes. There’s no pearly gate, no prisms of colors… — Laura Kreitzer Copy Share Image
“He holds her for an eternity. Time cascades into the void of the past. She inhales his scent. Full of man and… — Laura Kreitzer Copy Share Image
“Summer turns and marches away, fed up with being handled like a child. Like she’s a glass doll that might break at… — Laura Kreitzer Copy Share Image
“I’m sorry,” he says. No two words were ever truer. Still, she says nothing. Once a shield, now her taciturnity is brandished… — Laura Kreitzer Copy Share Image
“I like to eat chicken, but I don’t like live chickens. With their feathers and beaks and weird noises and flapping wings.”… — Laura Kreitzer Copy Share Image
“Struggling transforms her captor into a Chinese finger trap. She’s suffocating. Sucking in air without relief. Her lungs expand. Contract. Expand. They… — Laura Kreitzer Copy Share Image
“When I see your scars, do I want to erase them? Absolutely. But not your physical scars. The real ones, beneath the… — Laura Kreitzer Copy Share Image
“If this is my final moment,” she says, “then I can die happy.” “Is that why you’re saying all this? Because you… — Laura Kreitzer Copy Share Image
“Avery slides on his glasses and opens his eyes again. “Dammit!” he says again with more feeling. “Why does stuff like this… — Laura Kreitzer Copy Share Image
“I can’t—won’t do that to him,” Summer says sharply. “Or to myself. Besides, your feelings for me aren’t real. The Society did… — Laura Kreitzer Copy Share Image
“A layer of fine powder coats his skin. “My lungs are turning to concrete,” Rob wheezes, hacking and spitting. “So are my… — Laura Kreitzer Copy Share Image
“Her gaze travels back to the lie twisted in a tempest of mud and blood. She witnesses the culmination of her recklessness… — Laura Kreitzer Copy Share Image
“Dreams deny her the freedom she truly seeks. Darkness consumes. Leg muscles burn. She runs away, even while lost in the paradise… — Laura Kreitzer Copy Share Image
“Why won’t you look at me?” she murmurs. He doesn’t speak, seemingly at a loss for words. “It’s my scars.” It comes… — Laura Kreitzer Copy Share Image
“Just in case you’re wondering,” Gage says, breaking the silence, “this alliance of ours doesn’t mean I like you.” “Feeling’s mutual.” Julian… — Laura Kreitzer Copy Share Image
“Dammit, Gage. What the hell were you thinking?” “I wasn’t,” he shouts. “I was upset she wanted to stay, and I lost… — Laura Kreitzer Copy Share Image
“I thought it was just him,” she says, ignoring him. “But then I found out I had the same effect, which means… — Laura Kreitzer Copy Share Image
“Her mum is leaning against the wall, arms crossed, when Summer exits. “Gage left from here a few minutes ago,” she says,… — Laura Kreitzer Copy Share Image
“Well, the only reason we’re friends is because you can rock a tweed suit,” she informed, tone mock serious. “So if you want to… — Laura Kreitzer Copy Share Image
“A glacial chill rushes through Gage. He whips around just in time to see arms clutch Summer around the middle and drag her into… — Laura Kreitzer Copy Share Image
“Her gaze travels back to the lie twisted in a tempest of mud and blood. She witnesses the culmination of her recklessness through a… — Laura Kreitzer Copy Share Image
“Struggling transforms her captor into a Chinese finger trap. She’s suffocating. Sucking in air without relief. Her lungs expand. Contract. Expand. They fill with… — Laura Kreitzer Copy Share Image
“Terror builds inside him. The reality that tonight will be his last leaves a sour taste in his mouth. The Tainted will eat him,… — Laura Kreitzer Copy Share Image
“I moved closer as I dragged myself through the frozen bracken. “Who’s coming?” My voice trembled like an autumn leaf in the wind. “Your… — Laura Kreitzer Copy Share Image
“I’ll stab him,” offers Jaden as she makes a stabbing motion. “You expect me to play along?” Rob scoffs, gripping his arm protectively. “Pretty… — Laura Kreitzer Copy Share Image
“The woman turns away; one wing blackens like an onyx gem while the other glows white like a bright spotlight. She flies into the… — Laura Kreitzer Copy Share Image
“I like to eat chicken, but I don’t like live chickens. With their feathers and beaks and weird noises and flapping wings.” He visibly… — Laura Kreitzer Copy Share Image
“A layer of fine powder coats his skin. “My lungs are turning to concrete,” Rob wheezes, hacking and spitting. “So are my eyes. How… — Laura Kreitzer Copy Share Image
“The Ferryman will transport us across the moat,” Chris informed. “Yeah. This seems legit,” Gabriella quipped as Chris helped her onto the boat. Andrew… — Laura Kreitzer Copy Share Image
