My Life Without Garlic Part ICopyright 2014Bailey Bradford
My Life Without GarlicPart I: It All Started With a Fang
Chapter Five
“Not prepared for what crap?” Augustin asked. Maybe if he acted friendly, these… overgrown leeches would think he
was a friend and he could find something to stab them with.
It has to be a stake, right? Wooden? Shit, I don’t have any wood! Well, I mean, when I’m turned—Augustin’s internal rambling was cut off by the geezer vampire, Claude. Or Clod, as he was going to t...
Published on May 09, 2014 22:19