François Burland Wild Animus series
“Animus roars. My chest spasms. A chip of ice, cold and sharp, pierces me. You rise into the narrow cut, deafening, filling me with your power while my heat bleeds into the wall.”
“Animus roars. My chest spasms. A chip of ice, cold and sharp, pierces me. You rise into the narrow cut, deafening, filling me with your power while my heat bleeds into the wall.”