“The surge of his ardour swept through him in climatic release, filling her womb with his final, mortal sowing.” — Georgina Anne Taylor Copy Share Image
“The sorcerer’s creatures harried her, dragging at her skirts and tangling in her hair, as Lilith gripped the axe handle firmly and walked down… — Georgina Anne Taylor Copy Share Image
“He clung to his pain as an anchor to the physical world, to the husk that housed his soul, too precious to be cast… — Georgina Anne Taylor Copy Share Image
“Lilith returned to her cooking. She didn't let herself think about anything but preparing the food, one ingredient at a time, a pinch of this into a bowl of that, a vial of this into a jug of that, and so it went, while the sweat ran off her in rivulets and her hair and dress clung to her, and… — Georgina Anne Taylor Copy Share
“What need for feathers now? What need to confirm their loss? While the womb-red sky swelled with the promise of tomorrow, and he rode… — Georgina Anne Taylor Copy Share Image
“The bloody red head emerged. The white sheet turned crimson. The infant sat up. Unfurling soft, white feathered wings, the newborn demigoddess regarded the… — Georgina Anne Taylor Copy Share Image
“Branches moved and shadows shifted as Lilith dug the poppet's final grave.” — Georgina Anne Taylor Copy Share Image
“A chill crept into his limbs and he began to question his struggle against the sure demise of his damaged flesh—so much easier to surrender, to cease the pain, to accept his fate. Instead he raised himself from the damp ground and leaning back against the willow’s gnarled trunk, he gasped for breath, his lungs heavy with fluid. And as… — Georgina Anne Taylor Copy Share
“Meng flew low over the darkness of the treetops, thinking of Meabel’s silky body, his jealousy like a living entity inside him, swelling with… — Georgina Anne Taylor Copy Share Image
“As a child she had run wild, a brown-eyed and tousled-hair creature, lanky limbs scratched and bruised, among the fishing boats, the shanties and… — Georgina Anne Taylor Copy Share Image
“You just got what was coming for you!" Anger stripped the niceties from her speech. Lilith spun around to face him again—her fists clenched—as… — Georgina Anne Taylor Copy Share Image
“The surge of his ardour swept through him in climatic release, filling her womb with his final, mortal sowing.” — Georgina Anne Taylor Copy Share Image
“You shall be the Reaper, Lilith,’ the Aquis said. ‘You shall be the Redeemer. The Seducer of Demigods and the Slayer of Kings.” — Georgina Anne Taylor Copy Share Image
