“It was evening back in what used to be the Southern Bohemian Occult when Charlotte and the coven walked through her familiar bent, iron gate, past the small cemetery, and under the long, forest tunnel. They walked into the town… — Shayne Leighton Copy Share
“It was evening back in what used to be the Southern Bohemian Occult when Charlotte and the coven walked through her familiar bent, iron gate, past the small cemetery, and under the long, forest tunnel. They walked into the town square she had not seen in what felt like an eternity. They were not greeted by any sort of parade.… — Shayne Leighton Copy Share
“We’ve got to get you inside,” Sarah said quietly. “Charlotte….” He moaned again and tried to roll onto his side. His eyes scoured the… — Shayne Leighton Copy Share Image
“My dear…if you ever wish to flee a nightmare, all you must do is turn on the light, he whispered. -Mr. Trinozka - Chapter 4 This is one of my favorite from chapter 4” — Shayne Leighton Copy Share
“She closed the door softly behind her, as she had weeks ago when she snuck into his room the first time. But she could see him now, lying peacefully in the center of the bed—the first time he had ever slept peacefully. She crept over to him as she had before, pulling one knee up and then the other, until… — Shayne Leighton Copy Share
“The occult town was vibrant, busy with fiddles playing themselves on street corners, and enchanted paper lanterns hanging mysteriously string-less in the dead of night. Lycanthropes chattered with each other in alleyways between the hotels and inns. Fairies stalked in the shadows, preying on unfortunate cats and mice. Hearty Elves with round bellies and rosy smiles worked late into the… — Shayne Leighton Copy Share
“Charlotte sighed and, resting her chin on her knees, watched the fire again. Mr. Třínožka placed a hand on her shoulder, which made her… — Shayne Leighton Copy Share Image
