“The man raised the violin under his chin, placed the bow across the strings, and closed his eyes. For a moment his lips moved, silently, as if in prayer. Then, with sure, steady movements, he began to play. The song… — Chris Lester Copy Share
“Misty bit her lip — or at least that was what it looked like with the glamour. Kate could only imagine what she was doing with that mouth full of fangs. 'How do I know I can trust him? Or you?' Kate rose to her feet. 'You don’t. You never do, with people. Some things, you have to take on… — Chris Lester Copy Share
“You ever get the feeling we're in way, WAY over our heads?' Kate asked. David shrugged. 'I get that feeling every time I go… — Chris Lester Copy Share Image
“It’s not a question of what you want. No sane person ever WANTS a war. But if you see outsiders as a threat and… — Chris Lester Copy Share Image
“Janus found himself drawn to the edge of the rink, staring fixedly at Candace as she approached: grinning, puffing steam, her cheeks flushed, her brown hair peeking out from under a knitted cap, her hazel eyes sparkling green and gold in the bright winter sun. She wore a wool riding coat, brilliant red trimmed with black, which stood out amid… — Chris Lester Copy Share
“The man raised the violin under his chin, placed the bow across the strings, and closed his eyes. For a moment his lips moved, silently, as if in prayer. Then, with sure, steady movements, he began to play. The song was like nothing Abbey had heard anywhere else. The notes were clear, sweet and perfect, with a purity of tone… — Chris Lester Copy Share
“Will had discovered, even before coming to the City, that his muse was, like all muses, an incredibly finicky and temperamental mistress. He'd had… — Chris Lester Copy Share Image
“Santa was dead, to begin with. There was no doubt whatsoever about that. The after-action report was signed by the field commander, the director… — Chris Lester Copy Share Image
“Muscles contract somewhere above the roof of my mouth, pumping venom into her bloodstream. Kelly cries out, a gasp of pain that turns suddenly… — Chris Lester Copy Share Image
