( un-htmled first chapter )

Maladicta woke up with the smell of the ocean in her nose and the feel of scratchy, dry straw beneath her. These were two very incongruous sensations. Admittedly, neither she nor William were particularly experienced or talented at bed-making and perhaps the mattress needed replacing already, but that wasn’t the only sensation that was wrongShe ( Read more... )

Polly was saying something but Maladict wasn’t listening ( Read more... )