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“Face had some works stuck in his arm. He was withdrawing blood and syringing the walls in a freaky bloody cave painting. There is…

— Alex Mitchell

“Why were all his fantasies so calamitous for that table, which had done him no injury?”

— Scott Lynch

“It was all I could do to keep from lunging across the table and pressing my shuttering lips against his burning flesh. My palms…

— Jennifer L. Brown

“table. He could not help seeing the dead thing. How still it was! How horribly white the long hands looked! It was like a…

— Oscar Wilde

“He dressed quickly in silence, refusing her tissues. He shakily pulled a wad of uncounted notes from his wallet, abandoned them in the no…

— Darren White

“With stumbling feet, he blindly walked somewhere, anywhere. When he got to the king's study, he looked over his shoulder and checked the carpet…

— J.R. Ward

“That face." He finally came around the table, closing the distance between us, and I knew, I just knew he was going to frame…

— Ann Aguirre

“He stood in front of me now, on the other side of the table, and I found myself standing, too. Both our eyes filled…

— Sweet Evil Wendy Higgins

“He liked such sharpness, for there was nothing in him that had any blood you might spill.”

— Madeline Miller

“He sank to his knees, absolutely full of despair and sadness. For a long time, droplets of blood continued to fall into his lap.”

— Phillip W. Simpson

“Each time a girl approached the table, Mortimer would smile. Like this: And each time the girl would shriek and run away.”

— Kelly DiPucchio

“I only turn the other cheek to avoid blood spatter.” *”

— Bernard Lee DeLeo