Do you mind,” he asked politely, “if I slide my blade under your skin, just a little?
~ Mercedes M. Yardley
Build your novel one word at a time. Remember that minutes = novels.
Maybe princes aren’t real,” Sada said. Her eyes were crafty and sad at the same time. “But monsters are.” She opened her mouth wide and showed Azhar the wildflowers sitting on her tongue.
The demonic love the taste of little girls.
