Eilidh

4%
Flag icon
The bridge that had so miraculously sprung up from nothing was not stone or brick or wooden beam. Its white girders and transoms were bone and tendon, its abutments and piers bound together with ropy bundles of gristle. Thump, thump, thump. They were traveling over a spine.
King of Scars (King of Scars, #1)
Rate this book
Clear rating
Open Preview