He leaned against the stone wall, deep in the shadows cast by the setting sun and the solar-crystal lights that illuminated the bustling street. This body was awkward and cumbersome. Heâ€™d used it too many nights now, and it was starting to get stiff. No matter. He would pick another from his store tomorrow. But for now, he needed to find new foodâ€”another worthy enough to fuel his body and perhaps become a vehicle for his spirit.
|Voodoo Moon by June Stevens & June Stevens Westerfield|