“bored, the strikes almost lazy. The blades made an echoing clang that reverberated up her spine, sending tiny vibrations down the arches of her wings and trailing to the ends of her feathers. Ash pulled up short, ducked, and bumped… — Francesca Vance Copy Share Image
“bored, the strikes almost lazy. The blades made an echoing clang that reverberated up her spine, sending tiny vibrations down the arches of her… — Francesca Vance Copy Share Image
“Cole was the one to slip a phantom hand into the car to the soul that waited. His hand passed through broken glass, twisted… — Francesca Vance Copy Share Image
