I can tell by the warmth on my face that it’s morning. Or daylight, at least. I try to snuggle deeper into my pillow but my body is screaming at me to wake up. Slowly, I lift my eyelids – – and howl with injury as the sunlight scalds...
Now I’m annoyed. I hate the dark. I hate not being able to see further than my own nose. I hate that what is supposed to be my dream house is a field of rancid nightmares. I hate that my father is tricky, lying, trickstering liar. And most of...
I begin to shake with a rage I did not know I had. Luckily, for Sinan, the veil over my eyes prevents me from seeing him clearly. I raise my hand, and a stream of blazing light shoots in the direction of the old man. He freezes as the...
I see the blood golem move, as if in slow motion. I trace the trajectory of its leap to Sinan’s head, and consider moving out of the way to give it a clearer path. I really, really consider it. That might solve so many of my problems, ninety-nine of...
Once upon a time, there was a young girl named Layla – me – whose mother took sick right after she hit puberty. Her mama was a good woman, warm and strong, with an incredible right hook. She could bake pies and cakes from scratch then turn around and...
Jackie stares at me expectantly. “What?” I ask her while trying to keep my balance on the bucking floor. “Do something!” “Me?” I ask. “What about you? You’re a Child of the Blood, too.” “I’m not Certified, as you well know,” Jackie hisses. “Not to mention, this is your...
Jackie snorts, half in shock, half in.. something else. What, I’m not sure. “What the hell is this?” she growls. “This old man is your DAD?” “I may look old, young lady, but I’ll have you know, I’m young at heart,” Sinan says. “Young at heart, my ass,” I...
“That’s ridiculous!” I snap. “You’re a Child of The Blood? That’s impossible!” “And why is that?” Jackie asks me, eyes narrowing dangerously. She folds her strong arms and taps her long nails against a solid bicep. “Because,” I speak slowly, “of two things. The curse, or power, if you...
Drea tosses a handful of her honey blond micro braids over her shoulder and pouts. “This is the thanks I get for coming to your rescue?” “My.. what?” I stammer, confused as hell. Drea squints at me. “Did you really drink so much that you forgot about me? I...
I awaken with a painfully full bladder in a darkness so thick that, for a few panicked seconds, I think that I am either blind or still asleep. My body hurts from sleeping in a strange position, and my head feels like I have a jackhammer embedded in my...
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