Chapter 766
- Moving toward the wall, he approached an intricate spread of hand-drawn maps and genealogical trees, his bloody palm dragging a jagged smear across names that dated back a century.
- "Do you know what happens to a masterpiece when a child scrawls over it in crayon?" he whispered, his voice hitching with an unhinged tremor.
- He turned back, a terrifying, crooked grin splitting his face.