“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
“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 into the sleeve of my cardigan. His touch is blisteringly hot, I’m sure earlier today when he cupped my cheek I had burn marks. But no, it is just him, just his touch, it sends crazy… — Charlotte Munro Copy Share
“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. I turned the corner and headed for the backdoor. Run. Run. I must run. As soon as I reached the backdoor in the kitchen, pulling the barn door from the hinges, I felt his gaze upon… — Charlotte Munro Copy Share
“Avalon is full of desperate people.’ She bites at her lower lip this time, fumbling her hands, knitting her fingers into the bundle of plastic coin bags in her grasp. ‘Are you implying that I’m desperate?’ I say, one eyebrow tilting. ‘You don’t need to be desperate… you can have anyone... I…’ she trails off. Looking up and trying to… — Charlotte Munro Copy Share
“You are a bright light, Elli.’ His own breath hitches, a sound that I cannot quite grasp. His eyes are darkening, his lips tightening. His hands grasp me tighter and he moves closer, his mouth inches from mine, I can almost taste the sweetness and saltiness of his scent, the rich coffee beans and sugar, the vague spearmint. I say… — Charlotte Munro Copy Share
“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
