A bell rang, a sweet chime, bringing Janet’s head up from the magazine on the counter. A white car slid to a stop at the gas pumps, illuminated by the overhead fluorescents, idling in place.
On light feet, Gabriel crept across the rooftops toward Asha House. It had all come down to this night. These next few moments would define the rest of her life. Around her, the city pretended to sleep, one eye half-closed, but she could feel it watching.
I'd always loved fire, not in the habit of setting it, but being close to it, lighting bonfires in the summer and hearth fires in the winter. I'd never met wildfire, never seen it up close and the idea terrified me, the destruction.
I strip to the murmuring approval of the sea. Fabric peels away to reveal white flesh pebbled with cold, nipples hard. The wind takes the clothes, rushing them, rolling, down the stone beach. I hunch my shoulders, ignore the loss.
A private moment between two of my favorite characters. No spoilers here if you haven’t read the book, this is just a little extra moment that didn’t make the final version.
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June brought summer and a black cat. Not the kind you buy at the fireworks stand as you prepare for the Fourth of July—that fearsome face and open maw, red eyes, white fangs. The black cat that came into my life was small and mild…
The train had taken her as far east as it was possible to go. Beyond this point impassable mountains rose, steep and dark, huge figures against the clear sky; giants, masters of the landscape.
I leaned forward, taking in the texture of the woman’s skin, the layer of makeup, and false eyelashes. I hadn't realized until I was closer that they were fake. Something about that seemed so right. It was absolutely Vivian right down to vanity in death.
In a sky with no moon, a golden star burned low on the horizon. It outshone all the constellations in the heavens, pulling the eye, impossible to ignore. There was a legend about this star, a myth about gods and saints wandering the land, holding salvation in one hand and destruction in the other.