“Her gaze travels back to the lie twisted in a tempest of mud and blood. She witnesses the culmination of her recklessness through a curved lens. Absorbed in life uncoiling, unaware of the world beyond this ridge. His light hair,… — 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 of sleep. Gravity is a crushing force bearing down on her chest, shattering wings and refusing her flight.… — 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
