Archaeologist Miralla has a new partner: a stunningly beautiful elf woman who she just can't stand. Sent on a mission into a mysterious ancient elven city deep below the earth, Miralla and the elf Cloiralys find themselves in the clutches of a strange magical machine: a machine that seems programmed to wring every last bit of pleasure from its hapless victims...
I Up the mountain Brown grasses rustle at my feet Until they bend beneath the lusciousness of snow […]
They hung her from the cliff-yawning walls, in a metal cage. If she had been a prisoner of war, they would have […]
The torches flared pink, orange, green, teal, blue. Colours maddened by rogue alchemists and their powders. The sand churned under countless feet. […]
I could smell her body from across the raging waters: her fearful heart pumping rich sweet blood; the bitter odour of a […]
