Book of Donmon Teith

“Dreams are such fragile things. Nebulous wishes oxygenated by slumber. You enjoyed a taste of your dream. Now I will turn it into blackened ash.” So the Fa

I’d animate gargoyles and vampire finches if that’s what it took to keep my loved ones safe. I have earned the grudging respect of London’s Otherworld, an

“Real power is not grasping or vengeful. It is quiet, but it is still fierce. It is a whisper you hear inside yourself.” By now, my hopes of a quiet life in

Shivers of excitement shot up my spine. It was time to draw a line under the past and find a new me. By forty, I thought I’d be living my best life. When my i

My nails made little moons in my palms. Middle-aged women might have froth and bubble on their upper layers but underneath, we were tidal waves. Death is coming