I've burned muses. I've felt little remorse. I stored our tales. I sold them for this life— this luxury, this ease. Their sighs and lies led me to believe they enjoyed the dance too. I've burned muses. I laughed at those tales. Then I met him.
Death Leaves a Bookmark
Jock Road
The Art of Appreciation
Stormtide
Age of Cosmic Exploration, 3
Demon Fall (Resurrection Chronicles Book 9)
You're To Blame: A High School Bully Romance (Haven Saints High)
London Belongs to Me