The Exorcism of Faeries (Morbid Realities, #1)

by J.L. Vampa

“These were new boots, you bastard,” she gritted out as she pushed him up against the back of her car and smashed her hip into his weight to hold him there.

With his chest cavity open, all had appeared as expected at first glance. Blood blackened by the Plague, organs failed from the infection. That was when Atta saw it. The blossom sprouting from his lungs. Not a phantom or a trick of the lamplight. Not even a seedling-looking thing one could pass off as an abnormal growth of some sort. No, it was a macabre bloom of foreign flora that had taken root in the man’s lung, and flowered.

“Fecker,” she muttered and threw the persnickety car’s gear in reverse.

Spelling it like this to endicate she is Irish is hilarious but unnecessary .

Atta arrived at the technical time for Second Breakfast and not quite Elevensies and certainly not Luncheon.

awe cute, Hobbit references!

Banana Bubbles Cereal

looked that up and it's questionable at best and discontinued in '96