“Master, the paintings, the paintings in the storage rooms!" I cried. "Forget the paintings. It's too late. Boys, run from here, get out now, save yourselves from the fire." Knocking the attackers back, he shot up the stairwell and called… — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
“It was perplexing to Adam how he had regarded this as normal for so long. He remembered how the neighbors used to turn away from his bruised face; he used to think, stupidly, that they said nothing because they thought… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
