Chelsea Scott
Spelled Blood: A Flight Novella
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( Oct. 26, 2019)
She casts spells. He drinks blood.
Pitted against one another by an ancient alliance that has worn out its welcome, Wendy Wagner and Boris Morozov are forced to share space in an ironclad living situation. He can’t defy orders. She can’t escape.
Limping their way through each day will be torture.
Enduring the days isn’t awful with a system in place.
The days, filled with eyes a heated color of rust and grass-green irises that can’t cloak emotions, blur together in a string of fiery encounters.
Blanket hatred of a mythical species works only if those monsters stay inside their boxes and reflect the hype. Guilt, honor, respect … passion … those traits are nonexistent in the wicked and the soulless. Could the enemy be a façade, a lie sold to Wendy and Boris by beings thirsty for dominance?
When a belief system crumbles, what’s left? What if the good guys … aren’t? Bad guys can wear a disguise so horrifying, it’s unthinkable.
They can look just like you.