" The kiss of my soft soles on the stone, the thud of my heart in my chest and rush of blood in my ears was all I could hear. In my mind, thoughts cascaded like a waterfall into a plunge pool of dread. Churning images of dead girls, bloody limbs, severed throats, gashed flesh and entrails tangling around red washed bodies. "

― G.R. Matthews , Three Times The Trouble (Corin Hayes, #3)