The Dark City Chronicles ⁓ Book One
The creatures of evil won't stand a chance! The Demon's Reprisal is an action-packed novel with spicy romance, seductive vampires, dark humor, budding love, and the everlasting bonds of friendship.
After the death...
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A strong wind breezes through the tiny booth. A red curtain drawn in front of the open doorway billows inside, and the hanging glass baubles attached to the wood frame clank against each other. It's a warm night, enticing people to enjoy the evening, and the street outside is full of life, with boisterous voices and the muffled sounds of live rock music playing in a park not far away.
"I'll starve," Hannah whines. She uses the reflection in her crystal ball to fix her headdress, which is cascading purple fabric with cheap sequences and dangling gold coins. It complements the gaudy robe she wears over her clothes.
Although her fashion travesty is not the singular cause of her foul mood.
"Stop being dramatic," Valrus grumbles, sitting in one of the three similar chairs to her own that take up the small space around her booth's black-clothed round table. He leans on an elbow, his cheek resting in his palm, and taps at the crystal ball with a slender finger. "You can subject yourself to this absurdity. I will not."
Valrus constantly changes his clothing whenever he visits, even if it doesn't make any difference due to his state.
Or maybe it does?
Hannah doesn't know; she doesn't care. Right now, he could easily fade into the shadows of the dimly lit room with his raven-black hair, black pullover, and black jeans. Hannah amuses herself with the notion that he's going for a leave me alone look. It's his way of being, she supposes.
