“Desmond, slow down!” I yelped, panic spiking in my chest. He didn’t even acknowledge me. Instead, he accelerated, the engine’s roar rising into a feral growl as my dress whipped up to my knees, exposing my thighs to the cold… — Dari A. Malaunt Copy Share Image
“every dream, if dreamed too long, turns into a nightmare. And we awake from such dreams screaming.” — Andrzej Sapkowski Copy Share Image
