“I can’t just take it.’ ‘You can. I’m giving it to you.’ She affirms, glimpsing quickly up at me and then down to the floor, moving her foot once and then back again. Still her hand is offered to me,… — Charlotte Munro Copy Share Image
“I want to get to know you a little better.’ His hand touches mine, the briefest of touches but I still recoil my hand… — Charlotte Munro Copy Share
“Ah, such a good pretty one.' There was a pause, 'You even got yourself dressed up.” — Charlotte Munro Copy Share
“East Hollow is full of tormented souls.’ I remark, only to hear his chuckle, his eyes moving forward just in time to step out… — Charlotte Munro Copy Share
“By the sound of things, you know nothing about mathematics.' 'You can put it like that. I'm utterly useless.' 'Useless is such a harsh… — Charlotte Munro Copy Share
“No. No… No!’ the fear ebbed my voice, cut through me like a knife. I ran, bare feet slipping and sliding over the floorboards.… — Charlotte Munro Copy Share
“Avalon is full of desperate people.’ She bites at her lower lip this time, fumbling her hands, knitting her fingers into the bundle of… — Charlotte Munro Copy Share
“You are a bright light, Elli.’ His own breath hitches, a sound that I cannot quite grasp. His eyes are darkening, his lips tightening.… — Charlotte Munro Copy Share
“I sunk to my knees in the spot he had left me. I felt a part of me had just been lost. I was… — Charlotte Munro Copy Share
“You can wait as long as you like, pretty one, it won't make any difference. He will never see you as anything more than… — Charlotte Munro Copy Share
“You’re different, Elli. You’re unlike anyone else, it’s because of that…’ ‘How can a Prince, how can someone like you be seen with me?… — Charlotte Munro Copy Share
“I can’t just take it.’ ‘You can. I’m giving it to you.’ She affirms, glimpsing quickly up at me and then down to the… — Charlotte Munro Copy Share
“Such a pity, really; the prey falling for the predator. The victim in love with the killer... A mere mortal girl thinking a demon… — Charlotte Munro Copy Share
“I stared down at my hands and saw the blood coat them, how warm and real something felt when it wasn’t just ink and… — Charlotte Munro Copy Share
