“It wasn't lost on him, the poetry, the symmetry of this last bite. Everything had begun with a taste of liver. Now it would end with one. Kostya reached inside himself, to the place in his gut that felt inevitable,… — Daria Lavelle Copy Share Image
“A memory that costs you something," he said aloud, almost to himself. "One that hurts to remember. That makes you regret what you did… — Daria Lavelle Copy Share Image
“I'm Ukrainian, actually. And I'm making my signature dish," he said slowly, meeting Ibáñez's stare. "More shocking than Rocky Mountain oysters." He nodded to… — Daria Lavelle Copy Share Image
“He was deeply in love with her. Truly. Madly. A kind of love he'd never dared fathom. It hadn't happened in an instant--- a… — Daria Lavelle Copy Share Image
“It wasn't lost on him, the poetry, the symmetry of this last bite. Everything had begun with a taste of liver. Now it would… — Daria Lavelle Copy Share Image
