The fate of the world rests on my shoulders as we hang on the edge of Ragnarök. And I can't catch a freaking break. Not even for ice cream and strippers.
Elowen’s fate now lies in the hands of her captor, and she must decide if she’ll fight him at every turn or accept that life as she knew it has irrevocably changed.
The all-knowing semelees swirled around me in the Veiled Between, crooning and writhing. “You’ve come to us, Daughter of Darkness, Princess of Shadows. Tell us what you seek.”
