Autopsy of a Fairytale (Autopsy of a Fairytale, #1)

by Nicole Scarano

her. He was her dog. Her best friend. Her good boy. She was well acquainted with evil. She had stared it in its rotten soul and survived.

smirked before snagging her book off the table. Ships passing in the night, both women were unable to sleep. One due to her age, and the other to her demons.

only all of life’s problems could be solved by cookies.

she slipped the sterilized covers over her shoes before snapping on a pair of gloves.

Mankind harbored some of the world’s most savage monsters,

supported

Supporting

Death was a cruel and intoxicating master, enslaving not only its victims but also the living caught in its wake.

and the best way to avenge the fallen was to not fall herself.

More would die before the sun of justice rose, and the air felt too calm, too still.

It was another reason love terrified her. Even if it worked, even if it was beautiful, it might still end in suffering.

“Call me, okay? Always call me. I don’t care what time it is or how silly the reason is.