Vasco lived in Mangrove Heights, on a bluff overlooking the river. The first time Jed saw the house, he couldn't help thinking of the Empire of Junk. Towers jostled with gables, beams with columns. Gargoyles leered from the eaves, tongues sharp as the heads of arrows, eyes like shelled eggs. The front garden had been planted with all kinds of trees, so the house seemed to skulk. The path to the front door crackled with dead leaves. He could smell plaster, the inside of birds' nests, river sewage.
'I should have been born in a place like this,' Jed said, but Vasco was opening the door and didn't hear.
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Well, here were the ugly facts. She had no mad-ninja-skillz to rely on and her family didn’t know where she was. She didn’t know where she was. The only way she was leaving was if this creature allowed it.
Danielle MonschTags: paranormal-romance sword-and-sorcery fantasy-romance gargoyles
Make no mistake, little human. You are under my protection now, and I protect what is mine.
Danielle MonschTags: paranormal-romance sword-and-sorcery fantasy-romance gargoyles
This woman was consuming him, bit by bit. She was becoming the reason and the reward of his existence, and if he did not shield himself, everything he did not have to give would belong to her.
Danielle MonschTags: paranormal-romance sword-and-sorcery fantasy-romance gargoyles paranormal-fantasy
We get chased by orcs, I’m tripping you and running the other direction.
Danielle MonschTags: romance fantasy paranormal-romance werewolves-paranormal-romance gargoyles
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