Like Clockwork

Henry lifted the lace veil to behold his new bride; glass eyes stared back from a painted porcelain face.

“And by the way – you’ll need this.” Ratter proffered a long brass key.

“But . . . you promised me the perfect wife!”

“So I did.” The broker’s grin revealed jagged, rotting teeth. “But you get what you pay for.”

 

Liz Powell.

Like Clockwork is a post from: Aztec Books