Kierstin Mascaro

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The rabbit hops into the wavering candlelight. His unbuttoned red tailcoat flaps open, revealing his rib cage. Jeb curses, and I slap a palm over my mouth. It’s not the White Rabbit or any kind of rabbit at all. It’s a tiny, dwarfish creature the size of a bunny. The legs, arms, and body are humanoid but fleshless—a bleached-out skeleton.
Splintered (Splintered, #1)
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