Megan Nichols

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It was a maze. A fucking fae maze, made of fucking fae glass, with a fucking fae reflection giggling like a madman at him from the darkness. Rags was going to compose a new lullaby poem inspired by the fae. It started like: Fuck the fucking fae forever. Spelunk in their fae caves never.
Master of One
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