How To Marry A Warlock In 10 Days - Plot & Excerpts
It came to him in a dream.He knew he was dreaming because when he became aware of himself, he was skipping. Dark warlocks, master spies, and Dred Shadowins in particular, did not skip. Nor did they take the time to notice that everything smelled like honey.He was sure that honey did not have a scent, but here, in this fucked-up version of the world that had been rotting in his subconscious, it did. Dred knew it was honey, but it was Midnight Cherrywood, too. It was what her pink petals had tasted like. He was smelling tastes, so yes, this was definitely a dream.After gaining control of his traitorous limbs, he stalked down the path that had been set before him. He wondered briefly if this was a magickal dream, a trap of some sort that he could never escape from like Chaldonean Hall.He thought he saw Middy, her dark cascade of hair brushing the tops of her naked thighs and he heard her laughter, sweet and pure. Dred was given visions of a waterfall, of Middy waiting for him, wet and pliant.Leaves fell like rain all around him; golden coins that crunched beneath his feet, reds that burned like the early hours of dawn, sharp and bright against the dark browns that were the color of death and shadow.
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