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...
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 […]
~ Block by block, up the tower, hand over hand, his hands are on the stones. Toes nosing into footholds, and his […]
“Kneel.” The Empress on her cut-crystal throne was as lithe as the golden snake armrests. Coll knelt instantly before her. A shiver […]
