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Deep gashes and marks are threatening to ruin Yonah's tantalizing body. Some customer of hers is branding her with cryptic symbols, but she can't remember a thing.
A carnal madness unfolds when she meets a gorgeous client, a scholar of sex, and she becomes the sexual plaything of a creature from Hell.
There was music somewhere, loud, mesmerisingly sad and virulent, mashing her head like a powerful drug. Sooty shapes and candlelight spun around her as nausea crawled at her throat in that smoggy, brownish place. The "tripping out" session was about to start again.
Programmed keyboards and drums seemed to transport her to the required state as minor-key lead guitar lines jumbled up with weird vocals.
"The circle is meeting tonight." A female dreggy voice came into her head. "Leo is moving through time and space as his power grows stronger than ever."
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Welsh dark myths and their demons are not dead in the past but alive, eager to be set free, in a time that runs parallel to ours.
Without knowing, Simon Wick's soul pulls to that surreal time and finds out he's an extraordinary creature ordained to waltz in and out of the reality flow for eternity
Outside in the cold, in rugged terrain, Simon Wick slept as usual on the outskirts of Harlech, his hometown.
"Freezing. I'm freezing," he mumbled to himself, rolling and cuddling up to a rock, behind a lonely shrub. He had cradled his face in the cushion of the almost frozen grass. His eyes were still shut, but he was shaking. The begrimed skin of his face, head and hands was already blue.
"Too cold to sleep," he mumbled again and woke up, stretching his arms and legs.
He sat on the grass and looked up to the sky as he rubbed his dirty hands together so as to keep t |
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