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To all the MonsterFuckers out there, this book is for you. Don’t pretend that you’ve never wanted to be railed by some human-eating dark entity that has a skull for a face – you saw the cover, you knew what you were getting yourself into, and you still chose to open this book and read it.
Duskwalkers. To see one meant death was near. Not just for humans, but also the Demons, animals – everything. They were terrifyingly intelligent. They could speak, they could bargain, and they could destroy if their mood decided it.
To see a Duskwalker and his companions roaming above the Veil in human territory meant it had been ten years since it had been last seen, and it was looking to make a bargain in one of their towns once more.
And apparently, Reia Salvias was going to be offered up as a sacrifice.
“It’s not my fault I’m the only one that survived,” Reia grumbled to herself quietly as she was forced to place her dainty feet into a pair of white slippers.
“Your life is precious. I will try to make sure it does not end if I can.”
“Come, little human.” He gestured his hand out to present more of his left arm for her. “Let me melt your heart.”
“In order to become my bride, you must gift me something. No human ever has, and I am beginning to doubt they ever will. You will be no different.”
“You must offer your soul for me to keep,” he said hastily.
“I once thought the bargain of eternal life as long as I live would be enough, but no human has ever wanted to be bound to me.”
He hoped one day she would allow him to be seated next to her and allow him to gaze at her while they did this. I want to lay my head in her lap.
Desire was flaring inside him, stronger than he’d ever felt before, as she craned her neck to the side to assist him.
Something... like me. She would never know, but her words hurt him terribly.
Reia’s soul was his to keep.
“My ram-horned son was tortured, but I saved him from death. My bull-horned son is travelling, and I have made sure he is safe. My Impala-horned son was lonely, and I have helped him seek love. My deer-horned son is still learning, but I have guided him to his brother who can teach him. There are the two others who have no need of me, as they have each other. Then there are the few who have not fully formed their skulls yet.”
The next book, A Soul to Heal, will feature a plus-sized character and the nameless Duskwalker we met in this book. He has a lot to learn, and learning it all will be rather comedic. “What is this thing?” A pussy, my friend, and you’re going to discover just how yummy it is.
