The mold eats me alive, consumes me in small bites and swallows me with savoring tastes. But I crave it. Like a child who craves the final sweet in the jar. I decide I don't need my flesh to hold my innards and support my bones. I don't need the soft and the malleable. All I need is the mold and it's gnashing teeth. I...
Rewrite Note: [At present I am rewriting the book with a planned release of the redone chapters starting in July! Originally thought I'd just clean up the chapters but decided instead to change up the story lines and make things better connect to book 2] So major plot changes will occur to what was read in draft 1 ori...
"Do you normally make-out with the people you're hired to kill? It doesn't strike me as very professional." "Put the gun down," Gabriel panted, not answering her. "Why on earth would I do that?" "Because you're not going to shoot me," Gabriel replied, noting that she still had the safety on. "I bet you've never sho...