Supreme nerd, rabid reader, music snob. Strong of opinion, loud of mouth, quick of wit. Lover of all things canine and feline, cynic of all things.Find me at FictionFrenzy.com.
Somewhere behind her stitches and bruises, I glimpse the lost lonely soul of my sister.
“I’m fine, Mom. Thanks for asking.”... ...“Of course you’re fine.” She keeps walking. “You’re the devil’s bride and these are his creatures.” LOOL.
I know not to expect much from a demon, but still.