“Blaise decided that the thing he would remember most about this London was the sour stink of it. The overripe foulness of the streets made him gag, and when a woman emptied a chamber pot from a top window, nearly… — Teresa Flavin Copy Share Image
“Somehow the painted door now stood open. Blaise was following Livia through it, past Throgmorton's outstretched arm. Sunni shed her slippers and hurried after them, still not quite believing they were walking through what she had thought was only paint… — Teresa Flavin Copy Share Image
“They inched through dense, heart-stopping darkness. In the distance was what looked like a bright white door cut out of a black wall. Sunni… — Teresa Flavin Copy Share Image
“Blaise decided that the thing he would remember most about this London was the sour stink of it. The overripe foulness of the streets… — Teresa Flavin Copy Share Image
“The momentary darkness gave way to scores of small glowing lights. Blaise stepped into a candlelit room filled with people and furniture. 'Where are… — Teresa Flavin Copy Share Image
“The riders, clad in crimson and black, stopped to scan the maze. Blaise shrank into the hedge, but one keen-eyed hunter spied him. He… — Teresa Flavin Copy Share Image
“Somehow the painted door now stood open. Blaise was following Livia through it, past Throgmorton's outstretched arm. Sunni shed her slippers and hurried after… — Teresa Flavin Copy Share Image
“This place is alive," Sunni said in wonder. "Things are moving. Inside a painting.” — Teresa Flavin Copy Share Image
“That’s where they found the skeletons. Right where you’re standing.” — Teresa Flavin Copy Share Image
