Escaping from Houdini (Stalking Jack the Ripper #3)

by Kerri Maniscalco

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.

the welcoming personality of a slug.

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.

Love was a tricky, complicated thing—so morally gray. Both grand and terrible things were often done in its honor. But could something truly be done out of love if it had the potential to hurt the one at its heart?

“Normal is overrated.” Cassie nudged me toward the bar. “Extraordinary is unforgettable.”

He smiled behind his mask—a wolf inviting Red Riding Hood into the darkened forest. What he didn’t know was that this particular girl carried a weapon beneath her hood and had an assortment of wolf hides mounted in her chambers.

It is a sad truth that we do not live in a world where differences are accepted.

I love you, I thought, rallying against the blackness. More than all the stars in the universe. In this life and ever after. I love you.

Science is an altar I pray to. And it offers me solace.