Amanda Ramos

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Naomi’s fear was different. She fled the asura and trailed the musk of terror chemicals on car hoods and concrete. It wasn’t a right smell. It was ripe-things-turned-rotten, like a rain shower filled with heavy oil. It was profane.
The One Who Eats Monsters (Wind and Shadow, #1)
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