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But that was the beauty of darkness: it obscured what shouldn’t be seen. By moonlight, death could masquerade as slumber.
“I was going to say good graces,”
She was through with waiting around for someone to save her.
“You’re disgusting. We’re doing you a favor by killing you.”
He could have stood up and danced a jig. I wouldn’t be surprised if he did it without a head, to be honest.”
“I just beheaded an undead man. I’ve become much more open-minded in the past few weeks.”
Even Imogen’s fury would be better than this.
Crane had killed and eaten his own wife.
