“Octave staggered to his feet, his stick swinging back to point toward Nicholas. He felt a wave of heat and saw spellfire crackle along the length of polished wood, preparing itself for another explosive burst. Crack was moving toward Octave,… — Martha Wells Copy Share Image
“What I remember the most about that moment before the shot exploded was looking up at my father and seeing the way the cigarette dangled precariously from his lips. It rested in the corner of his mouth, held not with… — Krista Leontieff Copy Share Image
