Shambhala Uncharted Novels & Stories

“Remember, go with the flow, and let the uncharted lands lead you.” I had to connect with the uncharted lands but I had no idea how to do that. I looked right at my destination. If I knew how to control whatever it was the uncharted lands had given me, I would have made it over there in a split second. I inhaled shakily and exhaled a raspy breath. I wanted to try to pull myself to the spiky mountains or at least attempt to close the distance a little. It looked way too far for me to make it over there traveling on my legs.

Lilith had looked so betrayed as he had placed a hand on her shoulder and one on her chin. “So do you.” “All I’ve got is time, they don’t. Well, the half-breed does.” He said, his lip curling in disgust. “I’ll get her to myself soon enough.” “How will you manage with the others?” Stolas said, watching the screen turn red as his character died. “I’ll figure it out.” Shrugging, Sam stood, “You want a drink?”

They cannot deny that I can get the damn job done one way or another. "Of course, baby." "My shirt’s all wet. I’ll take it off. Is that okay?" I nodded my head slightly. Zakael nodded before pulling his shirt from the back of his head. His torso was exposed, as were the scars. There were scars from what looked like cigarette burns near his lower ribs. I knew better than to ask about them. I didn’t want to complicate our relationship more than it already is.