“Summer turns and marches away, fed up with being handled like a child. Like she’s a glass doll that might break at any minute. She hasn’t been a child since the day she was whipped into muteness. Anxiety might strangle… — Laura Kreitzer Copy Share Image
“Your hair is like butterflies,” Sebastian said, giggling like a child. “That’s nice,” Firen said impatiently. “Keep moving.” “Fantastic. I always like my days better with a touch of insanity,” Gabriella quipped.” — 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
