Janee Fritz

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It had no mouth. But from its chest cavity, teeth half as long as his scythes emerged from a cavernous hole that stretched across it from shoulder blade to shoulder blade; still bloody, still gnawing on the remains of the poor traveler and their horse. This wasn’t a vampire. This was a demon dredged up from the pits of hell. “Bloody fuck,” Remy said.
Silver Under Nightfall (Reaper, #1)
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