A Touch of Poison (Shadows of the Tenebris Court, #2)

by Clare Sager

For the women turning their rage into power. Let’s burn it all down.

When the moon is dim, The veil is thin. When the Wild Hunt ride Run, hide. Run, hide! ALBIONIC FOLKLORE

In red paint, not quite blood coloured, but close, foot high letters read: Hydra Ascendant!

Any destruction I turned upon her, I made into the little deaths that she made such sweet sounds for.