My 5-Star Review of Sorcerer of the Realm by Shawn O'Toole

 

What struck me most about this book is how the author creates a world so similar to the one we know. Though given different names, the lands we are quite familiar with emerge from the page in vivid detail. It is a world where the antagonists of the Second World War possess modern technology along with supernatural power. 

The action is riveting and the drama compelling. Even the villains are portrayed in a sympathetic fashion, waging a war against beings who pose an even greater threat to all who live. It is about a father's duty and a mother's love, and the effect that conflict has on both their progeny and the world at large.

Sorcerer of the Realm is available here: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0H2NXXJQJ

An excerpt from The Winnowing Way

 

Cover art by Jeffrey Kosh: https://jeffreykosh.wixsite.com/jeffreykoshgraphics

Heidi grew flushed. “It is hard to be humble when you speak of me so.”

“From the abundance of the heart, do these words come.”

She sighed, “I believe I should go, lest the sense of my worth become overinflated.”

“Must you leave, when my heart is so full?”

“Do not drain yourself dry merely for me.”

He professed, “I would do it, of that I am sure.”

She nodded. “And so I must leave, to prevent a tragedy.”

The young man held onto her hand.

With her other, she placed a pat upon his.

Klaus smiled and released her. “Until the evening, my love.”

Heidi nodded and hastened away.

The young man sighed, and continued to sing:

 

Is it bad?

Is it good?

If I could,

then I would.

 

What I know.

How I think,

pushing me

to the brink.

 

Take one step,

then step back.

Just one page

from the stack.

 

All these things,

tear and rip!

Have my wings

just been clipped?

 

I yearn to soar as free as a bird,

first to be seen and then to be heard.

And yet, I smack right into the wall.

I want to rise, but instead I fall.

 

Live free, as free as can be!

Wings spread so naturally!

The ties that bind us all,

the time comes when they must fall.

I fly above,

just watch and you'll see

the wonderful wonder

that is me!

 

Soar up in the sky,

the dream has been to fly.

All glory is found,

when you leave the ground.

 

Live free, as free as can be!

Wings spread so naturally!

The ties that bind us all,

the time comes when they must fall.

I fly above,

just watch and you'll see.

Live free, as free as can be!

Wings spread so naturally!

The ties that bind us all,

the time comes when they must fall.

I fly above,

just watch and you'll see

the wonderful wonder

that is me!

 

[Click here to listen to That is Me on Youtube]

 

He smiled, watching the birds flutter about. Then he gave a sigh, descending the hill.

The Winnowing Way is available here: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0H5YHMYQF

An excerpt from Hand of Fate

 

Cover art by Jeffrey Kosh: https://jeffreykosh.wixsite.com/jeffreykoshgraphics

Fang growled, "I have fought for my own, as well! You think I like to kill, but you are wrong. I want to fight, because there are enemies. I am a warrior, but I am not a beast! Goblins do not understand. They attack from behind. We march into battle! The enemy sees us coming, so we must fight with fury."

Slither scowled. "Orcs are loud and obvious. We strike when the enemy is unawares. But we still die, just like you. I have lost many friends on the field of battle."

"Then, you should understand why I want to return. There are enemies to fight, and my people need me. You are needed, too."

The goblin grew frustrated. "You have always seen me as smaller and weaker. So, what makes you think I can make a difference?"

Fang looked right at him. "When, we were young, you convinced me to help our fathers. I did not want to do it. So, you told me you would do it alone. Now, it is my turn. If you will not return to the war with me, I will go alone." And with that, he turned to leave.

Slither paused, and then said, "Wait."

The orc stopped, and turned to look at him.

"We have fought the humans before. Our numbers are of little use."

Fang walked right up to him. "We will not return as warriors, but as Chiefs."

"You, a leader?"

The orc smirked, "You followed me." Slither was about to speak, but Fang held up a hand. "I know the Shades will follow you. We are heroes." He gestured all around. "Look at how they revere us. We will show them we deserve it. And we must use it as a weapon against our enemies."

Slither bowed his head. "I do not want to be a hero."

Fang assured, "What we want does not matter. We can make things better. We have done it before."

"Does Clar know about this?"

The orc chuckled. "Can I keep secrets from her? She knows, and she is not happy about it."

"Gishin will not like this. She will blame you."

Fang shrugged.

Slither turned to look at the orchard, as if for the last time.

The orc just stood there, waiting.

"What if we offer to be Chiefs and they refuse?"

Fang grinned. "We will convince them."

Hand of Fate is available here: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0GX2SM81S

An excerpt from Rise of the Host

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When the dancing had ceased, the orc shaman Grosh and the goblin shaman Erzur addressed the tribes. The orc called for them to have courage and show their strength. The goblin asked the assemblage to hide their fears and calm their hearts. There was a strength competition for the orcs. And a couple of goblins showed their tremendous balancing ability.

The night ended without further incident. Fang followed his parents to the place where they would rest for the night. Slither joined his mother and father, as well.

Brunt and Treska spent the time they had together.

Lurg enjoyed the festivities. Though he had few friends, he was still well liked. So, he danced. And he talked some. And he felt at home, once more.

Clar plotted and schemed a way to force Fang to reveal his feelings for her.

Quick, Amble and Ruse wiled away the evening telling tales of their training. They eyed the goblinesses of their tribe, but were too nervous to approach any.

Deep down in the recesses of all their hearts, the war loomed.

 

                                                                 ***

 

Days went by and they enjoyed their time with friends and family. And then, the orders came. Each one said their goodbyes. Many tears were shed. Promises were made, though some would inevitably be broken. And the warriors set out. The Horde marched toward their destination. The Shades moved through the shadows toward theirs. Dark elves set out, as well. For the Host had risen: and Fate would have its way.

Rise of the Host is available here: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0GK7J5PQQ

An excerpt from Soldiers of the Dark Knight

 

Cover art by Jeffrey Kosh https://jeffreykosh.wixsite.com/jeffreykoshgraphics

He crouched low, his deep blue eyes searching the thick vegetation for any sign of movement. Neetle had a scrawny frame with an ashen complexion. He had short black hair, and the top of his head would be only as high as a man's midsection. However, he was quick and nimble, with the most devious look in his eyes. He was a goblin, wielding a long curved dagger in his left hand and a straight one in the right.

In contrast, Tusk was gray-skinned and enormous, as tall as a man but with a more muscular, heavier frame. His long black hair flowed down to his shoulders. He was armored in scale mail that was battle-worn and rusted. One huge arm gripped a bludgeon with a round metal head and spikes protruding from it. His eyes were amber, and his canines showed slightly. He was an orc, who observed the area, ready to move at the slightest sound. "Hurry, Brev" he growled.

His pregnant mate inhaled sharply. "This child will tear itself from me when it chooses to." She was almost as big as Tusk, with wide hips and a large bosom that rose and fell with her labored breathing. Her eyes burned with the same eerie amber glow.

Opposite her, was Neetle's mate, Sensia. She concentrated on the child within her own womb. "Come, little one, it is time emerge from the darkness." She, like Neetle, was a goblin, but with an even smaller body, and slight curves to show her femininity. She moaned slightly, staring off into the undergrowth.

Tusk turned around. Heavy footsteps were approaching. "Dwarves," he rumbled.

Soldiers of the Dark Knight is available here: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0G2ZVK7R9

An excerpt from Marshmallow Men From Outer Space

 

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An excerpt from Marshmallow Men From Outer Space:

He sat down to consume his meal, grimacing at the terrible taste. His stomach protested, but he was able to keep the food down as he turned to look out the front window. The young man noticed that a shadow was growing outside the cafeteria, increasing in size until the whole area became darker.

Some others had noticed, so he got up and joined them in looking upward. His eyes went wide and he gaped at the sight. He was suddenly reminded of the story he had been writing.

There was a ship floating high above the university.  It looked like some type of creature, with three claws reaching like talons for those in the buildings below. A beam of light shown down and humanoids in sleek black space suits descended on it, armed for battle. Then, he saw a bright flash.

Brannock leapt away, as the front wall of the cafeteria tore apart violently. He landed, taking cover behind an overturned table. The young man peeked out, shocked at what he saw.

Bodies were strewn along the entire front section of the cafeteria. Portions of the ceiling fell on those who remained. Pitch black beings with solid white eyes entered, firing at anything that moved.

Marshmallow Men From Outer Space is available here: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0FP9P4NJS 

An excerpt from Ticklish Treats - Back for More

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An excerpt from Fun With Nerve Endings, part of Ticklish Treats - Back for More:

Sometime in the future: A young woman lay with her shackled wrists and ankles attached to a padded table. She was a short-haired brunette with brown eyes. Her slim form was covered in a gray bodysuit that left her hands and feet exposed.

Another attractive woman leaned over her wearing a lab coat, blouse, slacks and comfortable shoes. She had curly red hair that hung down to her shoulders, with a pair of glasses covering her green eyes which had information scrolling down the inside of the lenses. “Ms. Walker, I am so glad you agreed to assist me in my work.”

Susan looked up at the grinning scientist. “What kind of research study requires such restraints?” She pulled, but could barely lift her wrists.

“Now Ms. Walker, all of this has been thoroughly discussed and agreed upon by you. It is too late to back out now, seeing we have already credited your account with the promised sum. So, please try to relax as the tests are about to begin.”

A group approached that all bore the appearance of the scientist Olivia Foster, though they were dressed in security uniforms and not wearing glasses. Susan frowned up at them thinking, What sort of person surrounds herself with androids that look like her? She watched as they spread powder on the bottoms of her feet. “Hey, what are they doing?”

The scientist smiled pleasantly explaining, “It is all in preparation for the tests. Now it will cause a great deal of itching, but this will lead to heightened sensitivity which should provide the desired response.”

Susan’s soles and toes began to itch quite a bit. She twisted her feet back and forth, but it provided little or no relief. “Just what kind of study is this?”

Ms. Foster sighed. “It was all in the paperwork which you signed. This is an extensive study of Gargalesis in the Plantar Aspect. For the next three months, you will be stimulated by various means and your reactions observed.”

“Hold on. I didn’t sign up to be tortured daily so you can watch.”

The scientist held a tablet before the vexed woman, pointing to the information on the screen. “That is precisely what you agreed to, Ms. Walker. Now this will not be pleasant, but you have been paid well for your assistance.”

Susan yanked at her restraints, as the itching sensations continued to intensify. “Let me out, right now. You can’t treat me like this!”

“Calm down, Ms. Walker. You will be released when it is time for your break. Right now, it is time for the tests to begin.” With that she stepped back from the padded table, and it began to slide into the wall.

The restrained woman’s eyes went wide as a thick metal wall descended, shutting her in. Though enclosed, the space was well-lit and there was room enough that it did not feel claustrophobic. Still, she glanced about at all of the mechanical instruments contained therein. Susan wailed in despair, struggling to get free.

Ticklish Treats - Back for More is available here: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0F27J5DNL

An excerpt from Lawe Dogs

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An excerpt from Lawe Dogs:

"Mr. Raze! I really think that you should stop this nonsense before someone gets hurt. Besides, of course, the three scores of my men that you have already maimed or killed."

"Let her go! Or else I'll soil your derby." Cecil pointed one gun at Mr. Lawe, keeping the other trained on the horsemen.

"I really doubt that you could shoot me before I have ruined a perfectly good lady! Now, drop those guns before I have to damage her unnecessarily."

Katey struggled to get free, wriggling violently and stomping on Mr. Lawe's feet, only to hurt her own on his boots.

However, Prescott Lawe tightened his grip and she succumbed.

Cecil asked, "What's this all about anyway?"

"Oh, I'm sure that you are well aware of what caused this! You killed four of my men today."

"One of them tried to rape my betrothed! Then, all four held her hostage and waited for me to arrive so they could kill me."

"Now, why would they do a thing like that? I don't take the word of murderers!"

"But that's what happened!"

"We'll see what the judge says about that, my boy! Now, drop those guns or you'll have to start looking for another bride. This one will be in dire straits…"

The horsemen closed in on Cecil. He dropped his guns and ten men tied him up, placing him on one of the horses that he had emptied.

Prescott Lawe said, "Don't worry, son. I guarantee that you will get a fair trial." Then, he shouted to his men "Take him into town! Come on, young lady. You ride with me."

They mounted their horses and headed for town. The new ranch was soon far behind them, with scores of bodies strewn all along the front.

Lawe Dogs is available here: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0DKGV9Q9Y

 

An excerpt from Jarmus

 

Cover art by Jeffrey Kosh https://jeffreykosh.wixsite.com/jeffreykoshgraphics

An excerpt from Jarmus:

There was a loud explosion and he struggled to his feet. The Harkee were dashing about to avoid the devastating bolts of energy raining down from above.

The youth looked up to see giant beings as tall as trees floating down towards him, held up by what appeared to be small stars.  They were human in general appearance, but glowed with an immense secret power. Their eyes were lit with starlight, eerily glowing too bright to stare at, but not bright enough to blind the eyes of those watching and not concealing the rest of the body. Their arms were crossed over their chests in grim defiance of any who would stand in their way.

Devastating bolts were coming from their eyes, causing massive explosions wherever they struck. He staggered, as the ground shook beneath him. Someone beckoned to him, and he hastened to follow.

The young man was led to a ship, and was ushered inside. All about, he could hear as the destruction continued.

His guide strapped him in and then programmed the controls. The Harkee then gave a nod and swiftly exited the ship.

Shortly afterward, the craft shook as its thrusters were engaged. Jarmus peered out of a porthole, as the ship began to rise up into the air. He saw several giants descending towards the surface all around him, with destructive blasts coming from their eyes.

He saw one being turn towards him, and the eyes started to glow impossibly bright. The ship surged forward suddenly, as the devastating blast just missed. Jarmus breathed a sigh of relief.

The craft rose up into the sky. He grew dizzy, as he watched the ground recede beneath him. Jarmus turned away, closing his eyes as he left the place he had come to call home.

Jarmus is available here: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0CTHRHFR7

An excerpt from Hallowed: The Collection - Volume 2

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An excerpt from The Gemstone Tear, part of Hallowed: The Collection - Volume 2

Seeing his apprehension, the old man grinned. “All those years, she kept you from me. But now, here you are.” He scowled once more. “Why have you come?”

The young man bowed his head. “I wanted to see you.”

His grandfather gave a rasping chuckle. “Well, now you have. Was it worth it?”

Eric shook involuntarily, and then his eyes were drawn to something on the man’s chest beneath his dressing gown. “What’s that?”

There was a hiss, and the old man clutched the object in question. “It is nothing, merely a family heirloom.”

The young man’s eyes became wide and staring. “Can I see it?”

“No, it’s mine.”

Eric noticed the silver chain around the man’s neck. “It’s a pendant. Show me.”

His grandfather started to tremble. “No.”

The young man’s hand shot out, and he managed to pry the object from its owner’s grasp. It was a large ruby in the shape of a teardrop.

Fear could be felt in the old man’s voice, which softly demanded, “Give it back.”

Eric stood there mesmerized as the jewel started to pulse with a crimson glow. “Beautiful.”

The old man struggled feebly, but to no avail. “No, please. Don’t leave me. I need you.”

With a smirk, Eric pulled the pendant from the man’s neck and placed it on his own. The jewel had stopped pulsing. “Sorry old man, it now belongs to me.” He carefully concealed it beneath his shirt, wondering if there were security cameras in this room. Deep within, he felt an assurance. No one saw. It’s mine now. With a last look at the shriveled creature before him, he placed a finger over his lips. “Remember, this is our little secret.”

Dismay was etched on the weary face, as the old man nodded reluctantly.

Eric patted him on the shoulder, turned and left the room.

Hallowed: The Collection - Volume 2 is available here: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0CN5WLBK7

 

An excerpt from Ticklish Treats - Second Helping

 Cover art by Jeffrey Kosh: https://jeffreykosh.wixsite.com/jeffreykoshgraphics

An excerpt from Maid to Serve, part of Ticklish Treats - Second Helping:

The man said, “You’re beautiful. What a splendid gift. I must thank Mother and Father for sending you along.” A note was placed into his hands. He read it and grinned. “Well, my dear, I believe we will have fun together. What is your name?”

“Mary.”

He gestured at himself. “Well, my name is Thad Hatton and this is Bernard.” He pointed at a large man who was holding the overcoat she had been wearing. “He works for me. Whereas you,” the young man drew close to her, “belong to me now. I am your master. Do you understand?”

“Yes… Master.”

“Good. Well, now that we have been introduced I will explain your duties. You are my maid, and will cook and clean for me along with any other household chores.”

She nodded. “Yes, Master. I live to serve.”

“And you shall, my dear. Above all else, you will entertain me.”

Mary looked at him confused.

Thad pointed, “Take off those slippers.”

She did so, shifting nervously from one foot to the other.

He held up a hand. “Stay still. I wish to admire your finer qualities.”

Mary stopped moving, as he inspected her feet.

The young man said, “Now, turn around. Lift up one so I can see the sole. Yes, now the other.” He moaned contentedly. “Very nice. Now, for the real test.” He grabbed her ankle, running a finger down her sole.

She giggled, but managed to retain her balance.

He grinned. “Now, the other.” He titillated that one. “Yes, you’ll do nicely.” He released her.

“Thank you, Master.” Mary bowed her head, wondering just what her servitude would entail.

Ticklish Treats - Second Helping is available here: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0C7WM825V

An excerpt from A World Without Oceans

 

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An excerpt from A World Without Oceans:

Marian watched in horror, as the spheres attempted to descend into the trench. These were silver vehicles which operated by the magnetic poles of rollers between two revolving spheres that moved in opposite directions at the same rate to keep the operator upright.

They could move in any direction and would never fall over. Their weaponry was magnetic-based, as well. The same energy used for movement was focused through the outer sphere, erupting in a devastating bolt. It could be channeled through any portion of the outer shell, thus giving the driver superior targeting ability.

Utilizing more powerful versions of the energy cable, the armored spheres descended precariously into the trench. The outer and inner globes did not turn as the vehicles slid down towards her.

As she scrambled to find her gun, a flash of light came from the depths. Marian closed her eyes, throwing herself back against the side of the trench.

The energy cables disappeared and the deadly vehicles dropped suddenly. Men frantically struggled to reboot their systems, but to no avail. Every panel had shorted out, and each vehicle had lost power.

Cruel soldiers scrambled for the escape hatches, and a few managed to leap for the side of the trench and hang on for dear life. The vehicles continued to fall, with the rest of their trapped occupants, inexorably to the bottom.

A World Without Oceans is available here: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0C19JYVRB

An excerpt from Ticklish Treats

 

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An excerpt from The Treatment of Miss Worthing, part of Ticklish Treats:

The young woman curled her fingers at the sensitive flesh. “I want it all. It should be mine. If you will not give it to me voluntarily, then I will persuade you.”

Lily moaned softly.

Cordelia brought her fingers closer.

The girl jumped slightly as she made contact.

Her step-sister asked, “So, what have you chosen?”

Lily’s eyes grew moist. “Please, Cordelia…”

The young woman gave a sigh. “Very well.” She trailed a fingernail down one sole.

Her step-sister giggled involuntarily and chagrined. The bedclothes felt so heavy.

Cordelia assured, “Let us not be negligent.” She titillated the other sole.

Lily squeaked, trying to move her foot. But the bedclothes held it fast.

The older sister used her hands like surgical instruments. She lightly scratched an arch, and then rubbed her fingers against a smooth heel. Then, she commenced to trail her fingernails up and down the other sole. “Such soft, little feet, trembling like rabbits as I have my way with them.”

Lily bit at the bed clothes, but a stream of soft giggling could be heard. She wished for a scream, but a soft moan was all she could muster. Her weary mind was filled with one desire: to shriek or scream. How can she be so cruel?

Cordelia was chuckling at her predicament. “Laugh for me, dear sister. Your tortured mirth is music to my ears.”

Ticklish Treats is available here: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B09SDR2FQW

An excerpt from Southlands

 

Cover art by Jeffrey Kosh: https://jeffreykosh.wixsite.com/jeffreykoshgraphics

An excerpt from Southlands:

Unger leaped forward, knocking the larger man to the ground. Both of them lay stunned momentarily. Then they struggled to their feet, glaring at each other.

The tall man spit blood, shaking his head. “It will be a shame to kill you.”

Twisting his head to either side, Unger replied, “You’ll need to try harder.”

Shem Rahn yelled, “Try this!” He swung his axe down towards the youth’s head.

Unger sidestepped, slashing at the larger man’s side.

However, the shield blocked his attack. “Not good enough!”

The youth ducked an axe swipe and then dove forward, knocking the man off his feet.

Striking the ground hard, Shem Rahn struck his assailant in the face with his shield.

Falling to the side, the youth managed to roll out of the way as the axe came down.

The bigger man struggled to his feet. “Stay still!”

Unger got to his knees, absorbing the blow with his shield. He swung his club at the large man’s groin.

Jumping back, Shem Rahn bellowed, “You’ll have to do better than that!”

The youth lunged, swiping at the man’s gut.

Suddenly, there was a flash of light.

Southlands is available here: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B09N6PYLXR

An excerpt from Medley of the Mind

 

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An excerpt from Biting Back, part of Medley of the Mind:

The coaster climbed slowly at first, and then it dropped suddenly, racing down the track. "Faster! Faster!" the guy in front of her cried.

Mary's eyes filled with recognition. She knew that voice... "Benny?"

He turned to reveal long, sharp fangs, dripping with saliva! "Hello again, Mary."

She heard his voice clearly, despite the whipping wind and the screams of the other riders. Mary blinked, hoping that she was hallucinating. "This is not happening!" she shouted.

"Oh but it is, my dear!" the fanged freak yelled. Everyone else on the ride seemed oblivious to the two.

The speeding coaster headed upward.

"Benny?" Mary pleaded. "I didn't do it, Benny! You know that. It was Jimmy!"

"What you did or didn't do is not my concern, silly girl. You see, I've got this list. And yours just happens to be the next name on it."

As he said this, the coaster passed the next rise, hurtling downward. The other passengers screamed with delight.

Mary could feel her stomach diving with the force of gravity. "Benny? Okay, okay. Maybe I share just a teensy bit of the blame for what happened to you. And I'm sorry about what happened. Really I am. Hey, how did you survive the fall anyway?"

He ignored her question. "I feel the need for speed, baby!" The coaster jumped forward at the sound of Benny's voice, its momentum carrying it upward.

Time and space grew disarrayed, as the coaster hurtled down the track. The wind forced Mary's head backward and she wondered how they could be going so fast, and yet not reach the end of the ride...

Medley of the Mind is available here: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B08XTVTHKS

An excerpt from Toothsome Girl

 

                                        Cover art by Jeffrey Kosh: www.jeffreykosh.wix.com/jeffreykoshgraphics

Angie observed the young woman sleeping on her side, with the covers pulled up. Well, we can’t have that. She carefully exposed the sleeper’s neck. I’m sure now you regret what you did, but it’s too late to make amends. She opened her mouth wide.

Joanie’s eyes opened and she turned to look at her attacker. “Who’s there?” She became still, staring up into those bright blue eyes which seemed to shine in the dark. “Angie? Is that you?”

“Shh. Just relax.” She frowned, speaking softly. “You know what you did was wrong, don’t you?”

The young woman stared up at her, confused. “I must be dreaming. This can’t be real.”

Angie grinned. “Oh, but it is. But don’t worry,” she assured, “this won’t take long.” She opened her mouth wide and bit into the girl’s neck.

Joanie moaned in pain, unable to cry out. She shook as the teeth pierced her skin.

Angie could feel the warm fluid enter her mouth and greedily swallowed it. She ingested more, as the young woman’s life flowed into her. Yes. More. I want more.

The victim tensed beneath her, and then slowly grew still. Angie sucked aggressively, determined to drain as much of the girl’s blood as possible.

After awhile, she released the corpse and leaned back on her haunches. Oh, yes. Oh, that was good. I’m so glad we could have this talk. She wiped her lips, licking her fingers clean. But now, I really must go.

Toothsome Girl is available here: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B08RY8CFPJ

An Excerpt from Further Tales of Faygaea

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Prince Hayden could feel an awkward silence as they rode. He glanced down at the arms which gripped his waist and knew that it was not a woman who held him fast. Lady Persephone was not human at all. He remembered those slanted green eyes and how they seemed to study him. As if I were some curious animal…

His breath quickened. She observed me, like a hunter does its quarry. He chagrined, realizing that he would have preferred one of the little ones. Lady Persephone was beautiful, bewitchingly so. But she invoked a terror within that he could not quell. He was overwhelmed, and did not like it.

The youth scowled. I am Prince Hayden, future king of Androtopia. No one humbles me. But she had. That, he could not deny. And she had done it without effort. The elf compelled him to do her bidding. Then, why not cause us to leave? How can she be so convincing, and yet, so accepting?

But he knew the answer: she was protecting the little ones. He smirked. Lady Persephone gave herself up for them. And now, she is in my power. She does not refuse me. He grinned, This elf is mine.

He could feel her behind him. Save for his cloak, she was naked. Desire crept into the youth’s heart, and began to pulse with it. Lust filled his eyes and darkened his countenance. She is mine.

Further Tales of Fagaea is available here: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B08BR8NC98