Escaping from Houdini (Stalking Jack the Ripper #3)

by Kerri Maniscalco

The promise of death was as alluring, if not more so, than the prospect of falling in love. What morbid creatures we were, craving danger and mystery in place of happily-ever-afters.

I want you to swoon and mourn at my funeral.”

It amazed me that the world could resume its orbit no matter what destruction had been wrought.

There is no greater show of power than continuing to live when you’d like nothing more than to lie down and let the world fade.

We women could be called creatures, if only the men who said such careless words accepted our claws were fearsome things when we decided to scratch.

My heart is yours, no sleight of hand will steal it.”