“To see someone you love in so much pain—especially emotional pain that can’t be remedied—was the worst form of torture.” — Laura Kreitzer Copy Share Image
“Death was a leech; no matter which side of the spectrum you were on, either dead or alive, it fed. It either… — Laura Kreitzer Copy Share Image
“Your hair is like butterflies,” Sebastian said, giggling like a child. “That’s nice,” Firen said impatiently. “Keep moving.” “Fantastic. I always like… — Laura Kreitzer Copy Share Image
“I think I found your vampire,” Andrew said, except this time he wasn’t so amused. However, Gabriella was, her smile huge as… — Laura Kreitzer Copy Share Image
“The Ferryman will transport us across the moat,” Chris informed. “Yeah. This seems legit,” Gabriella quipped as Chris helped her onto the… — Laura Kreitzer Copy Share Image
“Her thoughts pulsated through him, frantic, desperate, pleading for him to stay behind. “I won’t—can’t,” he murmured. “If you’re going, so am… — Laura Kreitzer Copy Share Image
“He strained his ears, and the darkness felt heavier than before. Oppressive. “We’re hungry.” That came from behind him. “They smell tasty,”… — Laura Kreitzer Copy Share Image
“Burn wounds always elicited pain more terrible than anything else he had ever endured. He didn’t relish the idea of forcing himself… — Laura Kreitzer Copy Share Image
“Mmm.” Sebastian moaned. “It’s so delicious.” He laughed then. “It’s not the Poisonous Desert; it’s the Oreo Desert.” He scooped up handfuls… — Laura Kreitzer Copy Share Image
“What are you doing?” Egnatious asked, eyebrows furrowed as he watched Gabriella do a flip. Firen mimicked Gabriella and turned to Egnatious. “Fun times. Go with it.” She didn’t even crack a smile, though her body language said she was laughing on the inside. Instead of following their act, Egnatious simply dove for an outcrop just as it began moving… — Laura Kreitzer Copy Share
“An ear-splitting screech pierced the silence, followed by another, striking his ears like metal against a hollow bell. The woosh woosh of… — Laura Kreitzer Copy Share Image
“Where are you taking me?” Andrew demanded, whirling on the Ferryman. His muscles tensed, hands curling in and out of fists. “To… — Laura Kreitzer Copy Share Image
“Well, the only reason we’re friends is because you can rock a tweed suit,” she informed, tone mock serious. “So if you want to… — Laura Kreitzer Copy Share Image
“A glacial chill rushes through Gage. He whips around just in time to see arms clutch Summer around the middle and drag her into… — Laura Kreitzer Copy Share Image
“Her gaze travels back to the lie twisted in a tempest of mud and blood. She witnesses the culmination of her recklessness through a… — Laura Kreitzer Copy Share Image
“Struggling transforms her captor into a Chinese finger trap. She’s suffocating. Sucking in air without relief. Her lungs expand. Contract. Expand. They fill with lies and broken promises. With despair and lost hope. Each inhale is empty. Invisible hands reach into her body and constrict around her windpipe. She watches her friends collapse like supernovae, their cognizance disappearing into a… — Laura Kreitzer Copy Share
“Terror builds inside him. The reality that tonight will be his last leaves a sour taste in his mouth. The Tainted will eat him, or on a more terrifying note—if that’s even possible—maybe turn him into one of them. He’d rather die. But first, he’ll take as many of those bastards out as he can. He throws his pack into… — Laura Kreitzer Copy Share
“I moved closer as I dragged myself through the frozen bracken. “Who’s coming?” My voice trembled like an autumn leaf in the wind. “Your… — Laura Kreitzer Copy Share Image
“I’ll stab him,” offers Jaden as she makes a stabbing motion. “You expect me to play along?” Rob scoffs, gripping his arm protectively. “Pretty much,” replies Landon earnestly. “You’re serious?” “As a heart attack.” “No,” argues Rob. “I’m not going to let Jaden—or anyone else—skewer me.” He’s greeted with an amused silence. “Bleedin’ crime is what it is,” he mutters.… — Laura Kreitzer Copy Share
“The woman turns away; one wing blackens like an onyx gem while the other glows white like a bright spotlight. She flies into the… — Laura Kreitzer Copy Share Image
“I like to eat chicken, but I don’t like live chickens. With their feathers and beaks and weird noises and flapping wings.” He visibly shivers, then points above his right eye. “How’d you think I got this scar?” “I thought you said your sister threw something at you when you were a kiddie.” Rob gives him a meaningful look. “A… — Laura Kreitzer Copy Share
“A layer of fine powder coats his skin. “My lungs are turning to concrete,” Rob wheezes, hacking and spitting. “So are my eyes. How… — Laura Kreitzer Copy Share Image
“The Ferryman will transport us across the moat,” Chris informed. “Yeah. This seems legit,” Gabriella quipped as Chris helped her onto the boat. Andrew… — Laura Kreitzer Copy Share Image
