'she was but a shadow behind glass irises; a nightmare in consciousness; a breath of dry bones buried beneath soil. A tremor of screams, a chalice of blood; her mouth was full of their fear; until a heartbeat thrummed in her ears, a dream afloat in an abyss of dark; alive. Draped in lace, black as a spider's eye, a silhouette nears, their voice a summons to rise; it was human. This mortal vice a stir to sin; the queen trailed a taloned hand along the cusp of oblivion, stars stuck behind the cavity of sharp teeth. It was time to claim a new soul.'
-when death fell in love with life
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CEMETERY GIRLS
Paranormal"If you can't love me, no one else can." * * * Sent to the craggy mountain peaks of Ravencrest, Alora Keaton is forced to work at her uncle's tacky tourist shop for the summer. With a rich history of haunted hotels, ghost stories and local folklore...
