Sample of things to come
#1 of Samples
Megan screamed the image of ravens as they swarmed down upon her, hungry for her flesh, filling her vision. A mass of black feathers constantly beating against her naked body. The clap of their wings beat savagely against her ears interspersed by sharp calls as the birds fought each other for a perch on her pale skin. Sharp talons biting into flesh as the birds find purchase, one landing on her chin to caw coarsely in her face. A gleaming black beak, wet with crimson blood, darting towards her eye.