It was almost impossible to see, and as hot as a furnace. The fire had spread quickly; already, it seemed to be everywhere at once. Parts of the Crossroad writhed as if in pain, and a horrific wailing filled the air. Luc stumbled through the darkness and the smoke. He had ...
His voice was low, gravelly and familiar. Miranda didn’t turn around. She didn’t move at all. She continued to stare at the arrangement of twisted metal and desiccated branches, like a gnarled hand reaching for the sky. It was, she knew, meant to represent an exploding sta...
For a second, he was torn. He had an instinctive desire to follow her. She had the craziest eyes he’d ever seen.… Gray, but tinged almost with purple, like the bay reflecting the sunset. And that streak of blood across her forehead—it looked like she’d been hurt pretty bad. Poor girl. The woman i...