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Everything his father had amassed both above board and below was stored here. But Alessandro wasn’t after money or enemies. He sought the dead. His eyes scanned the shelves until they landed on it: The Hollow. He had once seen Giovanni poring over it late at night, his fingers gliding over the pages like a priest reverently touching scripture. It was bound in worn leather, unadorned and simple. He opened it. Inside were names—hundreds of them. Each name was followed by a number, a symbol, and a date. He flipped through the pages.

The girl then brought her face closer, try reading the page of the book. Venus did not really understand, but the scene that was plastered was explaining the situation where Amerta's time finally approached its end. Because she did not want to dirty her hands with dust, Venus used the Air again to close the book. The cover explained that it was only a fiction novel that was inspired by the real circumstances of the downfall of Amerta. The downfall of Amerta. How exaggerated, Venus mind denounced. The girl took turns blowing dust on the two books that had been originally covered with Air Talent. One is titled ENCHANTED and the other is titled WOLVIRE, both appear to be writings from someone n

Andy quickly rushed over and looked at Terry with a frown. "Isn't it obvious?" Jane glared at me as she gritted her teeth. "This witch must have run to another man the moment she left Boulder Pack. Otherwise, how could a lowly orphan like her possibly pass the screening for the banquet meant for the Lycan King's heir?" Jane's eyes moved between Terry and me, her face full of contempt. "Milly, how shameless can you get?! You'd do anything just to get into the Lycan King's pack!"

Book 2: Children of the Breeder Reeva “Reeva, you have to take some actual clothes, you know.” I look up at my best friend, Elaine, my hand stopping mid-air as it holds the massive tome on the influence of second-century Dark Forest architecture on world literature that I’m about to pack in my suitcase. She shakes her head hopelessly. “Your suitcase is full of books. I don’t think you’re going to want to run around the Green Mountain University campus naked. Though… it might be a good idea. I hear the guys there are hot!”

*** Raven did not linger. *** She moved. *** Not toward the war room. Not toward the throne. *** Down. *** ### The Descent Deep beneath Valros, past the chambers of stone and memory, past the wards layered over centuries, there was a place few had seen. Older than the kingdom. Older than the throne. *** The sanctum. *** The air there did not feel like air. It felt like something waiting. *** Victoria followed without question. As did Lirael. Veyrin came as shadow.

Indeed, as she looked at them now, she almost felt as if vampires would rise from each one of them. But as she walked, what really struck her was the floor. There, in the distance, was a series of shapes, protruding from the floor. As she got close, she could see that it was a cluster of tombs, embedded in the floor, marble shapes of human beings, supine, rising up from the floor itself. It was as if the floor were a living graveyard, as if these bodies were getting ready to rise. She thought of the sarcophagi in the cloisters in New York, and she felt certain that this was a sacred place for vampires. She sensed an energy coming off of one of them, and she leaned in close, and read the insc

She returned with a cooler of beer and a bag of chips, and we settled into the sand, the sea whispering beside us. “What’s this place called?” I asked. “Haven Island.” “Nice. Feels like the world’s miles away from here.” She studied me for a moment. “So… tell me what happened.” I told her everything. “God, B… Why is the business world like that? Marrying off children for money? They treat people like assets.” “They only care about the company. And the money. I pity Nicole… She doesn’t deserve this. I’m not blaming you, I just hate what your parents are doing.”

*This is another one from an unpublished book. It is a bit dark in the middle, but gets steamy at the end.* Destiny Stepping out of the shower, I walked into my closet and looked for the perfect dress. Tonight was going to be special since we didn't have to hide anymore, no matter where we went. I decided on one of my favorites, a fuchsia sleeveless bodycon mini club party dress. I let my towel drop to the floor and I slide the dress on. I went over to my shoes and decided on a pair of silver heels to go with it. I walked out of the closet and into the bathroom where Jasmine was now getting ready.

com How to Avoid Death on a Daily Basis Currently available: Book 1: Welcome to Probet Book 2: Welcome to Fengarad Book 3: Welcome to Dargot Book 4: Welcome to Monsterland Book 5: Welcome to Nekromel Book 6: Welcome to Requbar Coming soon: Book 7: Welcome to Gorgoth From the same author: Entertaining Tales of Grin the Cheat

NOW YOU WILL REPLACE IT. The chasm inhales. --- **The Descent** We fall. Not into darkness-into *memory*. The void peels back, revealing a forest of towering mushrooms, their caps glowing with bioluminescent veins. The air is thick with spores that taste of iron and regret. Eden coughs, his shadowy pool spreading like ink in water. "Where...?" "Not where," I say. "*When*." The mushrooms part. A village emerges, huts built from sinew and bone. Figures move-humanoid, but their skin is bark, their eyes hollow pits filled with fireflies. They hum as they work, butchering a creature that is all teeth and too many eyes.