Demon Throne (Demons of Morningstar, #1)

by Debbie Cassidy

“Fuck, it stinks down here,” Orina said. We sloshed through inches of shit water. “Breathe through your mouth.” “Yes, let’s taste the shit particles, shall we?”

Okay, so I sounded like a petulant child, but fuck that. This was not part of my life plan.

Funny how emotions could oscillate between gung-ho and fuck, I might just shit my pants.