Where the Dark Stands Still

by A.B. Poranek

“Impressed?” he asks, amused. “I think I might be going into shock.” “I do have that effect on women,” he says casually. “Most people, really.”

LOL!!!

“You’re a witch,” Liska manages hoarsely, her heartbeat rising. Kazimiera scoffs. “Yes, I sacrificed four virgin men so I could heal your wounds.

For that brief splinter of time, the Driada feels like a different world entirely—a transient place where the dark stands still, waiting for the light to arrive.

“I do so love when you command me.”

“I do not know how many nights I have left, Liska Radost, and I would very much like to spend this one with you.”