“No. No… No!’ the fear ebbed my voice, cut through me like a knife. I ran, bare feet slipping and sliding over the floorboards. I turned the corner and headed for the backdoor. Run. Run. I must run. As soon… — Charlotte Munro Copy Share Image
“I stared down at my hands and saw the blood coat them, how warm and real something felt when it wasn’t just ink and stains. This was life and I was holding it in my hands. I drew my eyes… — Charlotte Munro Copy Share Image
“I want to get to know you a little better.’ His hand touches mine, the briefest of touches but I still recoil my hand… — Charlotte Munro Copy Share Image
“Ah, such a good pretty one.' There was a pause, 'You even got yourself dressed up.” — Charlotte Munro Copy Share Image
“East Hollow is full of tormented souls.’ I remark, only to hear his chuckle, his eyes moving forward just in time to step out… — Charlotte Munro Copy Share Image
“By the sound of things, you know nothing about mathematics.' 'You can put it like that. I'm utterly useless.' 'Useless is such a harsh… — Charlotte Munro Copy Share Image
“No. No… No!’ the fear ebbed my voice, cut through me like a knife. I ran, bare feet slipping and sliding over the floorboards.… — Charlotte Munro Copy Share Image
“Avalon is full of desperate people.’ She bites at her lower lip this time, fumbling her hands, knitting her fingers into the bundle of… — Charlotte Munro Copy Share Image
“You are a bright light, Elli.’ His own breath hitches, a sound that I cannot quite grasp. His eyes are darkening, his lips tightening.… — Charlotte Munro Copy Share Image
“I sunk to my knees in the spot he had left me. I felt a part of me had just been lost. I was… — Charlotte Munro Copy Share Image
“You can wait as long as you like, pretty one, it won't make any difference. He will never see you as anything more than… — Charlotte Munro Copy Share Image
“You’re different, Elli. You’re unlike anyone else, it’s because of that…’ ‘How can a Prince, how can someone like you be seen with me?… — Charlotte Munro Copy Share Image
“I can’t just take it.’ ‘You can. I’m giving it to you.’ She affirms, glimpsing quickly up at me and then down to the… — Charlotte Munro Copy Share Image
“Such a pity, really; the prey falling for the predator. The victim in love with the killer... A mere mortal girl thinking a demon… — Charlotte Munro Copy Share Image
“I stared down at my hands and saw the blood coat them, how warm and real something felt when it wasn’t just ink and… — Charlotte Munro Copy Share Image
