Pippa Brannan

“Maybe you’ll kill me next? Dig out my insides and search for your answers. Maybe it’s printed here on my bones.” I lift my middle finger to him and glare.”
― Nikki St. Crowe, The Never King

“And for fuck’s sake, don’t run,” Vane adds. “Why?” she quips, a bit of fire in her voice. Oh, I can see she and Vane are going to get along real well.”
― Nikki St. Crowe, The Never King

“Maybe we're all mad, in our own way.”
― Nikki St. Crowe, The Never King

“Darling?” Vane’s voice is hoarse above me. “You still with me?” My response is thick and muzzy. “I think so.” He lays me down on a bed. The room is dark and warm and it smells like him, like dark, summer nights and crushed amber. He starts to pull away but I take a fistful of his shirt. “Don’t go.”
― Nikki St. Crowe, The Never King