enjoyed the book... however, it's not a complete book... it just ends.I'm not liking these books that split into multiple parts and leave you hanging at least not like this.I really felt like the publisher tore a book a part and said "this section will be book 1 ...".Though I found it well done, ...
By the time I come back to myself, it is nearly morning, and the blood has dried, and all that is left is to wash up and clean up. And breathe. It is harder than it has been in a long, long time. Part of me wants to remain on...
I SAY TO CHRISTINA AS I STRIDE OVER TO the wall rack and pull a semi-auto pistol from one of the pegs. Like all things my father made, it’s black, sleek, and dangerous. Once I’ve got it cocked and locked, I glance over to see my girlfriend staring at me with wide eyes.“He’s in the house,” she whi...
The outside of me is still, quiet, smooth. The inside of me is being shredded. Because I see the smile on his face, how happy he is, how proud of himself, and I know he’s serious. He expects me to stay here with him. He’s been planning it. He’s prepared this place for me. ...
Really early. It was three in the morning. We drove across the desert terrain and stopped in a tiny town called Green River. Asa’s plan was to leave Gracie with an earth mother–type named Rosie who ran the local magic den. Apparently she owed Asa a favor, but she greeted both him and the dog warm...
Galena’s green eyes were huge and filled with tears, but those had been there before he’d put a stop to this disaster. In fact, they were one of the reasons why he’d had to. Dec held her wrists gently but firmly. “I don’t think I can stand it.” She ...
I feel the movements of its mouth. Every time its teeth close around me, the hot agony pulses from my shoulders to my toes. It’s rhythmic and steady and endless. It grunts. “Stars, you’re heavy.” My eyes snap open, but I’m surrounded by darkness. I’m curled into a ball, imprisoned in a cocoon of ...
The door to the central holding cell was open, and there was a smear of blood on the floor. “She was a pretty one. Perfect, really. And her hair…” Sil had his muzzled face pressed between the bars of his cell. “She had all your Guards hot and bothered, Captain. Maybe you should talk to them about...
I stared into them, willing him to come back, to be okay. I had promised him he’d be okay. Without thinking of the danger, I dove for him, disbelief making me stupid and slow. Malachi jumped forward and wrenched the knives from Nick’s body in time to bury them both in the stomach of an oncoming M...
The blue-cloaked human had been lurched to the floor as its master fought, and the human’s hood fell back. “Mom,” I said in a choked voice. Ana quickly cut through the leather strap of the leash that had been strangling her. Rita didn’t back up, tho...
Sascha stood several feet away, still holding the crossbow he’d used to take down the two other men. He knocked his hood away from his face. “Are you all right?” “Fine. I’m fine.” She was breathing so hard she could barely get the words out, but not so hard she couldn’t leap toward Donner. Toward...
“I need you in my office for a minute, Sergeant,” he said, then he turned and walked down the hall. Eli followed, steeling himself. He was going to get transferred—he just knew it; he’d been thinking about it all weekend, trying to force himself to be okay with it. &...
One man’s cry was nothing against that. But in Jim’s head, it was deafening. Like the roar of a tidal wave, it rose up within him, smothering the fire of his hatred, crashing against the brittle wall he’d built to shield himself from feeling, from hurting. Before the terri...
I pull at the tattered fabric as I huddle near the fire, my face warm and my spine tingling as the wind places cold kisses on the back of my neck. When we arrived at this ridge, there were more Noor waiting. There appear to be at least a hundred of them, and they have a few packhorses to carry su...
Nearby, he could hear Clotho and Lachesis shrieking. Something soft and warm and suffocating covered his face, and he realized it was the fabric of fate, falling apart completely, unraveling the threads of lives still meant to be lived—threads of heroism and betrayal, of love and lust, of deaths ...