Heat, Ice and Bugs
Regardless, she dropped into her own, oddly plotted fantasies \_\_\_ "nng...scy...scy...nnn...ther..." sneasel work up, groggily, to something hard prodding her back repeatedly.
A Life In Chains: Chapter Ten
_A Life In Chains_ Chapter Ten: The Sanguine Circle The flames, the smoke, the smell of charred flesh, burnt hair and fur- none of it seemed to affect the man; he simply sat there, still as a statue whilst I lay in the street, the stinging pain...