Between (The Chronicles of Between, #1)

by L.L. Starling

Sasha Pierce stared at the mangy unicorn swaying drunkenly beside her car and sighed.

unless you want me to probe the map about its deep-seated anxiety issues.” Lyla

It felt more like dread. No, that little voice in her mind whispered gleefully. Anticipation.

The entire house smelled of beeswax polish, oatmeal cookies, and oddly enough, secrets.

Overall, her appearance was both charming and fear-inducing, like a baby seal wielding a machine gun.

She looked as calm and composed as one could look while sitting on structurally unsound antique furniture that belonged to a terrifying geriatric.

“Ingesting nature is for peasants, I tell you.”

Adies jerked back, horrified at the genuine prospect of being baked alive in his armor like a casserole in a pressure cooker.

Lorn looked down at Endora. “This is clearly a chicken of exquisite taste and refinement.”