The sisters order me back to my tiny cell, to pray for the redemption of my soul—they cannot see, they do not know—how crowded the room is, every night. Hungry ghosts pile in, lured by the holy words. They devour my dreams, needle teeth digging into my mind, bloody scratches on my skin. They will surely drive me mad.

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Ruby Carol knew she was in trouble after she stole magic from the King of Cats—mirrors broke around her, flowers wilted, her mother’s hair turned white overnight. Objects big and small disappeared after she touched them. She visited the Court of Cats bearing tuna and cream, all apologies, and the King was lenient. He promised to end her bad luck if she agreed to serve him for all nine of his lifetimes.

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It was far from a perfect kiss, squatting six feet deep, coffin creaking under their boots. Somewhere above them, the grave robber stomped about, wielding his shovel and cursing their names.
“You have,” she hissed between stolen kisses, “the worst timing.”
He grinned against her dirty cheek.

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The Lady’s bower smelt of blood, of roses. He entered silently, holding a silver blade and a wooden stake. She was sprawled upon silk sheets, wearing nothing but pearls, red eyes watching his approach.
“Well, Hunter? Will you finally kill me tonight, or join me in bed one last time?”

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