Dale Furse books

Curse Of Wexkia

‘So you have decided to make my mission easy for me, child?’ Nadar said. He laughed; rows of short jagged teeth filled his mouth. Vinegar wafted out of his mouth with every breath. Nell couldn’t help cringing from the stench. Out of the corner of her eye, Cay-meka coughed and backed away a step. ...