"Hundreds of wide eyes, the eyes of something perhaps human, watched the man under the tree. Hungry..."

“Hundreds of wide eyes, the eyes of something perhaps human, watched the man under the tree. Hungry but nervous, they made no move, staved off by their own fears of the unknown. Bizarre figures lurked amongst the trees, odd magic swamped the humming air, all centred around a beating heart of impossibility.”

- Lilith’s Tears, Part I. My debut novel.