"a dog, black as smoke, idles on the dead field, staring at me with equally dead eyes. i shudder. this is where the rioters burned assumed cambions alive, desperate to win god's favor before he released the final plague. though it was over seven years ago, the air still reeks of smoke, flesh and poignant hopelessness. but somehow, the field has never felt more alive, radiating a pull of darkness that would make the most malicious demon quiver. the dog's lips pull back into a toothy grin, as if my fear is bringing it joy. another set of chills goes through my body. it probably is." -from my novel 'Cambion'.

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