“His grip slackened. His last breath rustled her hair. She felt his soul release its hold on the strands of the spiderweb that connected them, and it was like falling asleep in a monster's lair--frightened of the dark, but too… — Jimena Novaro Copy Share Image
“His grip slackened. His last breath rustled her hair. She felt his soul release its hold on the strands of the spiderweb that connected… — Jimena Novaro Copy Share Image
