She had green eyes. Not gold, like a Dardaptoan, but green. Her hair was dark brown and long. She was small, barely bigger than Iahanna—the smallest Dardaptoan female he had ever seen—and skinny. She had almost no curves to speak of. She was the most beautiful female he had ever seen. He wasn’t too thrilled … Continue reading The Desolate Ch. 5.
M.J. opened her eyes to something far different than her little cave in the demon woods. For one thing she wasn’t shivering in her thin blankets, hoping the small fire she’d lit was still burning—matches weren’t exactly prevalent in the demon world—or stiff from sleeping on those blankets spread over a cave floor. She’d been … Continue reading The Desolate Ch. 4.
M.J. knew she was in deep trouble. And she probably should have stayed in her little subterranean home today. The demon had followed her into the library and had her trapped against the back wall. She screamed an instinctive response when the demon’s claw sliced too near her face. There was nothing in the library … Continue reading The Desolate Ch. 3.