“Dead flesh and sharpened scalpels didn't bother me. I was my father's daughter, after all. My nightmares were made of darker things.” — Megan Shepherd Copy Share Image
“I folded my arm. "You know, I suspect you and Edward would be friends if it weren't for this place." His eyes were on… — Megan Shepherd Copy Share Image
“You might be surprised to see how frightening your wife can be." For dramatic effect, I step back so the breeze blowing down the… — Megan Shepherd Copy Share Image
“Paranoia had crept into that part of my brain usually reserved for reason.” — Megan Shepherd Copy Share Image
“He smiled grimly, though there was no glee in it, as though for once he understood how heartbreaking this was for me. 'No serum… — Megan Shepherd Copy Share Image
“But I couldn't get the image out of my head of the beast strapped to the table, Father humming while the candle wax slowly… — Megan Shepherd Copy Share Image
“He pushed my back against the stall door, kissing me. Edward had tried kissing me, but I'd been so shocked I'd barely had time… — Megan Shepherd Copy Share Image
“We're going to die, aren't we?" I asked bitterly. He held me so tight I could hardly breathe. But I wanted tighter still. "Not… — Megan Shepherd Copy Share Image
“My heartbeat faltered. He pulled away, taking a little piece of my heart with him.” — Megan Shepherd Copy Share Image
“How did you survive?” I asked. My question caught him off guard, and his hand curled around the dice. He gave a cautious shrug.… — Megan Shepherd Copy Share Image
“I rested my forehead against the wall and closed my eyes. It wasn’t just my curiosity, or my fascination with anatomy, or how I… — Megan Shepherd Copy Share Image
