Deathtrap (Murder and Mayhem #1)

by Alexandra St. Pierre

“Our dead are never dead to us until we have forgotten them.” —GEORGE ELIOT

The combination of Lilith’s blood magic and sheer fucking stubbornness on my part is what had made saving me possible.

‘Here lies Jezebel, the embodiment of Hell’s fury and a true friend of Death. May she live on for eternity in our memory.’

“Cats are inquisitive but hate to admit it.” —MASON COOLEY

“People incapable of guilt usually do have a good time.” —RUST COHLE, TRUE DETECTIVE

“Ravens see all and know all. They are the keepers of secrets and are spies for the dead.”

“Normal is just a setting on the washing machine.” —TATE LANGDON, AMERICAN HORROR STORY: MURDER HOUSE

Gabriel was looking at Shem like he had just found God, which I guess wasn’t far from the truth. Ramel had been right. Shem was his god now, and something told me he wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Mine, says the cat, putting out his paw of darkness.” —MARGE PERCY, “THE CAT’S SONG”

Born ‘neath the moon in Witchwood’s embrace, A mortal vessel, a sacred space. Creation’s angel seeks to unravel fate, While Hecate hides in a mortal state. Emerging from Hell, seeking flesh and bone, Chaos explores realms unknown In a place once familiar, the search takes flight, To unveil Hecate’s mortal plight. God of Wrath, with vengeance ablaze, Joins hands with creation, in a darkened haze. Against Witchwood’s magic, they conspire, A plot to consume, and burn like fire. But with Chaos’ whiskers and raven’s wing, Bloodlines are summoned, and the witches sing. Bishop, Good, and Nurse’s kin, In Salem’s trials, where it all did begin.

“Up for an adventure, little bird?” I asked, and an equally devilish smile curled across Gabriel’s mouth. He nodded, his citrine eyes flashing. “With you? Always.”