“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 killer? A… monster?” — 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
