The King of Crows raked his fingers across the dark until it bled. He licked the blood from his fingers with a forked tongue. People will believe anything, you know. You only need them to be frightened enough.
Libba Bray
The King of Crows raked his fingers across the dark until it bled. He licked the blood from his fingers with a forked tongue. People will believe anything, you know. You only need them to be frightened enough.