“Mara’s hand is in my hair as I lean my head back against the cracked leather seat, eyes closed, mind ruminating.” — Michelle Hodkin Copy Share Image
“And then - thwack! - Anne had brought her slate down on Gilbert's head and cracked it - slate not head -… — L.M. Montgomery Copy Share Image
I represent where them killers at 145th and Broadway you get your head cracked — Cam'ron Copy Share Image
Life ends with a snap of small bones, a head cracked from its stem, and a spirit unmoored... — Sarah Kernochan Copy Share Image
