“Blaise decided that the thing he would remember most about this London was the sour stink of it. The overripe foulness of the streets made him gag, and when a woman emptied a chamber pot from a top window, nearly… — Teresa Flavin Copy Share Image
“They inched through dense, heart-stopping darkness. In the distance was what looked like a bright white door cut out of a black wall. Sunni… — Teresa Flavin Copy Share Image
“Blaise decided that the thing he would remember most about this London was the sour stink of it. The overripe foulness of the streets… — Teresa Flavin Copy Share Image
“The momentary darkness gave way to scores of small glowing lights. Blaise stepped into a candlelit room filled with people and furniture. 'Where are… — Teresa Flavin Copy Share Image
“The riders, clad in crimson and black, stopped to scan the maze. Blaise shrank into the hedge, but one keen-eyed hunter spied him. He… — Teresa Flavin Copy Share Image
“Somehow the painted door now stood open. Blaise was following Livia through it, past Throgmorton's outstretched arm. Sunni shed her slippers and hurried after… — Teresa Flavin Copy Share Image
“This place is alive," Sunni said in wonder. "Things are moving. Inside a painting.” — Teresa Flavin Copy Share Image
“That’s where they found the skeletons. Right where you’re standing.” — Teresa Flavin Copy Share Image
