Quote by Ryu Muramaki Download Open image ““That soft but penetrating voice that caressed your ears and climbed through your brain like a vine.”” — Ryu Muramaki ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 4.7 out of 5 (9 ratings) Copy quoteShare
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“An ancient noise, like a fox bark, makes an attempt at the edges of my brain.” — Emma Healey Copy Share Image
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“sheets, I keep hearing something—or someone—calling, just loud enough to pierce the walls. The voice is surely something more than wind, curling and twisting… — Victoria Schwab Copy Share Image
“Tipping my head back, I screamed. Unlocked from the depths of my soul, it kept coming and coming. I couldn't stop it. I couldn't… — Jennifer L. Armentrout Copy Share Image
“I felt rippling wheat field and crows circling within me. I was a vase of sunflowers ready to spit seeds like weapons at the… — Jodi Baker Copy Share Image