Not My Angel’s Keeper

I was flying – figuratively – down the last main road to Lycaon’s McMansion that he liked to think of as “just a cabin in the woods.” The first thing to vanish was the music. Almost simultaneously, the car began to shake – like a breakdancer during an earthquake – before shuttering to a halt. … Continue Reading →

Bittersweet Angel

“My curiosity rises by 150%. If Lycaon reached out to the she-demon first woman, that means he is severely desperate.” I like it sweet. Lots of people love it hot and bitter. But yeah, I prefer mine tooth aching sweet and the color of caramel.  I also don’t have to worry about things like diabetes… Continue Reading →