With swift strokes of her brush, she brought pictures to life, her images dancing off of the canvas. “Come,” the king commanded, as he had ordered her sister before her, “tell me your name.” The girl smiled demurely. “Charisma,” she answered. ~The Tea Girl~ “This place is a tomb,” Grayson murmured, his gaze sliding over the walls of the living room, the twisted vines and broken glass. Old black and white photos hung lopsided on the walls, each one depicting a beautiful young woman with long, dark hair. She wasn’t smiling, but her eyes were happy, as if she’d felt something beautiful and was too afraid she’d lose it if she gave it life with her lips. Strangely, the house transformed each time Grayson saw it. From fear to desolation to sadness. Each step erased the terror he’d felt the night before and replaced it with an eerie acceptance that was just as frightening as the fear. If not more so. Lyric glanced at him. “No tomb,” she argued. “It’s … it’s a world.”
What do You think about In The Land Of Tea And Ravens?
