Chapter Thirteen The morning was muggy and damp, steam rising from the asphalt from the previous night’s rain. Kit was driving around in her car, in between dropping off some paperwork at the lawyer’s office and going to an obscure Chinese pharmacy to see if she could find some herb whose name Holzhausen had …
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Aug 20
Faerie Killer: Chapter Twelve
Chapter Twelve Jackie missed the Black Dogs. She told herself she just missed dancing, but she also missed them, every single dorky one of them, except Tim, who was an unforgivable asshole. She hadn’t realized how much of her social life was tied up with the dance troupe until she got …
Aug 13
Faerie Killer: Chapter Eleven
Chapter Eleven An angry knock on the door woke them all up. He’d been sleeping again. He never liked sleeping, none of them did, but sleep wasn’t something you could avoid forever. You could postpone it for a day or two at most, but then your newly mortal body would shut down for …
Aug 06
Faerie Killer: Chapter Ten
Chapter Ten Not many people outside of the Guild knew that the ironically named “Rat Cellar” was actually the most popular vampire hangout in Seabingen. It took up the entire third floor of one of Pepperwoods’ tallest buildings. The club was open only to vampires, and had very short hours. The club fees weren’t …
Jul 23
Faerie Killer: Chapter Eight
Chapter Eight When Kit came back from her run, Fenwick was waiting in Chris’ living room. He was slouching in Chris’ most comfortable leather chair, playing a game on his phone. Fenwick was a big guy, six and a half feet tall, with legs like tree trunks and a barrel-like chest covered in curly …