Six Sentence Sunday — Son of Krampus

Today's excerpt is from Son of Krampus. While running with the reindeer she could see the rugged barbarian of the Krampus in him. His wild black hair buffeting with each dodge, his wide form practically bulging as it shook against the strength of the deer’s horns. But standing here, a finger placed contemplatively to his… Continue reading Six Sentence Sunday — Son of Krampus