“Long ago, we served the gods at the river. They lined men up on the river banks, cut off their heads.” She dipped her finger into the water. “The head is the seat of the soul. Their skulls sank under… — C.N. Crawford Copy Share Image
“Anyway, not to worry. You might loathe me, but you are mine now, and if anyone tried to burn you at the stake, I’d… — C.N. Crawford Copy Share Image
“Lucky for me, I could easily rely on one of my favorite tactics: acting like a feckless dipshit.” — C.N. Crawford Copy Share Image
“It was the old section of London, the part the Romans had encircled with a wall nearly two thousand years ago. The wall had… — C.N. Crawford Copy Share Image
“He nodded, pulling the suitcase from my hand—the perfect gentleman. I followed him down the stairs, endlessly grateful” — C.N. Crawford Copy Share Image
“Or maybe he’d clarify what he had meant by “not human.” Was this some racist slur? Or was Roan actually hinting at an inhuman… — C.N. Crawford Copy Share Image
“Energy? What energy? Ha ha, the only energy I know is energy drinks. I’m totally like everyone else.” — C.N. Crawford Copy Share Image
“Long ago, we served the gods at the river. They lined men up on the river banks, cut off their heads.” She dipped her… — C.N. Crawford Copy Share Image
“His eyes widened at the sight of it. But before he had a chance to rally, I thrust it into his throat. His” — C.N. Crawford Copy Share Image
“heads lolled, a haunted look in their eyes. One of the dancers we passed by was an old lady. She flailed and twitched” — C.N. Crawford Copy Share Image
