« The demon’s eyes were purple. It stared at Tash and then blinked. Its leg was still in the air and was totally still. Then it threw its head back, lowered its leg, opened its mouth, and stretched its neck to howl.
A clanging noise hit Tash’s ears as the demon sprang up and forward, purple mouth open, but already Tash was springing up too, pushing her spikes hard into the ground and twisting round in the air in a leap that took her out of the demon world and back onto the lip of the hollow, back into the human world.
And then she was running. »
“She thought of Ambrose still, every day”
Il existe une sainte trinité qui attire inexorablement les masses. L’ennui, la curiosité et la soif de sang. Et cette dernière est la plus puissante des trois.
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