“Empty space eventually fills up with something. A void, cultivated in the aftermath of misfortune, begins to attract the wrong kind of attention. Marco knew it was time to leave when disagreeable spirits started roaming freely through the house, as… — Rahma Krambo Copy Share Image
“As if on cue, a line of silhouettes emerged from behind a desert scrub—shapes that moved like cats. They wandered through the landscape of… — Rahma Krambo Copy Share Image
“Marco could not have known about the mystical effect of a full moon on cats and books left on their own in the library.… — Rahma Krambo Copy Share Image
“Empty space eventually fills up with something. A void, cultivated in the aftermath of misfortune, begins to attract the wrong kind of attention. Marco… — Rahma Krambo Copy Share Image
“In the beginning, the taste of power is sweet, savored on the tongue, like fine wine. It whispers promises in your ear and pretends… — Rahma Krambo Copy Share Image
“Ideas begin their life as small seeds, so light they may drift through the air like dust motes. If a human is fortunate enough… — Rahma Krambo Copy Share Image
