“ Suppose I tell you to fuck off.I will no longer be in a playful mood, it purred. I will come for you. I will kill your blood, your friends, your beasts. I will kill the flowers in your home and the tr… Jim Butcher
“ She remembers blood.A fine mist which goes deep into her lungs, over her skin and through the air. She remembers a desert at dusk. The sky indigo blue and the fire bright, so bright that she can see e… Amanda M. Lyons
“ I figured even the most jaded and cynical inhabitant might report a bloody girl in a party dress carrying a severed head by its hair. Faith Hunter
