“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 up around it? Doesn’t that mean he’s alive? Although with the blade at that angle, it can’t be for long. Colors swam in the water coating Mary’s vision. She rubbed her face, and with every shuttering… — Susan Rowland Copy Share
“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
