“The King of Crows raked his fingers across the dark until it bled. He licked the blood from his fingers with a… — Libba Bray Copy Share Image
“The land is old, the land is vast, he has no future, he has no past, his coat is sewn with many… — Libba Bray Copy Share Image
“Before the Devil breaks you, first he will make you love him. Beware, little sister. Beware the King of Crows!” — Libba Bray Copy Share Image
