• Your death, strange human. I mean, your injury. No murder, just a little maiming. So I can leave. Maiming’s not so bad

    Eliza Crewe
  • But worries are for people who can’t pull grown men apart with their bare hands

    Eliza Crewe
  • I eye the three of them, considering. They’ll need a lesson in discretion before I go. Not a lethal lesson. Mom wouldn’t like that

    Eliza Crewe
  • My teeth rip skin; my jaws snap bones. I am fast, lightning-fast, snuff— oh-was-that-your-life?—oh-was-that-your-life?— fast

    Eliza Crewe
  • Oooooh, don’t make her mad!

    Eliza Crewe
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