“The young woman had never thought much of love. She had not been fed tales of storybook princesses; she did not dream of true love’s kiss saving her from her treacherous life. But the memory of this boy’s mouth still visited her at night. If it was love to want someone, perhaps this was it.
She was so, so young. Hard in some ways. Softly naive in others. She did not truly understand, yet, that vampires shone as the silver teeth of traps shone. Their beauty was a “beckoning hand, promising sweet caresses.
The little serpent was so very lonely. She slithered right into those lovely, elegant fingers. She did not even see the claws.”
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Carissa Broadbent,
The Serpent and the Wings of Night
