“Falconers,” she continued, sternly. “Pull yourselves together. People are dying. The police don’t have the family history to solve murders forty years apart.” — Susan Rowland Copy Share Image
“Mary dashed the rain from her eyes with a frozen hand. Was that a knife buried in the man’s chest with the blood seeping… — Susan Rowland Copy Share Image
“Falconers,” she continued, sternly. “Pull yourselves together. People are dying. The police don’t have the family history to solve murders forty years apart.” — Susan Rowland Copy Share Image
“The Alchemy Scroll works on the heart,” he said. “It plants words as I plant stones. The Scroll-maker is my brother. He paints the… — Susan Rowland Copy Share Image
“There was no going back now. Rubber and metal could only take so much. The car could shatter and send its passengers into an… — Susan Rowland Copy Share Image
“The girl flinched, even lying down. Mary continued through gritted teeth. “Murder can’t be walked away from. Just like you can’t walk away from… — Susan Rowland Copy Share Image
“Mary stared at the dreamlike happenings on the page. Human figures faced each other; the man’s head was a golden ball with rays reaching… — Susan Rowland Copy Share Image
“Waiting for the correct time to descend for cocktails, Mary sat on her bed and reviewed her impressions of the house party one by… — Susan Rowland Copy Share Image
“Mary’s hands clenched. She’d been through fire, what with a murder, and white supremacists. And what about Caroline, who had gone undercover to rescue… — Susan Rowland Copy Share Image
“Mary tried to look reassuring. “It’s a house party, he said,” she directed at the Falconers, “Sir Viktor’s holding a house party for the… — Susan Rowland Copy Share Image
“ Mary fought a savage impulse to slam the door on the couple. But they were too interesting to ignore in the circumstances of… — Susan Rowland Copy Share Image
“She stabbed the earth with her big fork as if she could make Cookie Mac’s blood sprout from it.” — Susan Rowland Copy Share Image
“But this Scroll too has magical properties. From the moment I first saw it, the paper warmed to my touch. I know it came… — Susan Rowland Copy Share Image
