![]() ![]() The voice under the ground had waited three months, since last summer, for me to fulfill my debt, and I could tell it was getting impatient. It was a threat, and one that was directed at me. It vibrated through my body like I was inside a drum. The voice was a rumble in my bones more than something I could hear in my ears. Only it wasn’t a loin-clothed rikishi getting his behind handed to him, it was something far more dangerous. ![]() ![]() There was a slight tremble in the earth as though someone in a far-off room was practicing sumo wrestling. “You want to what?” I asked, forcing myself to keep my attention on the fae in front of me and not on the ground. Join my mailing list for exclusive content, updates, and freebies. ![]() No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.Ĭover art by Dar Albert at Wicked Smart Designs.Įditing by Susie Selva at LesCourt Author Services.īeta reading by Amy Pittel at LesCourt Author Services. ![]()
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