“We get chased by orcs, I’m tripping you and running the other direction.” — Danielle Monsch Copy Share Image
“Jack Miller aimed his shotgun at the monster’s grey-skinned head and pulled the trigger. Green sludge and bits of bone and flesh splattered through the air to land on the street, the gory aftermath releasing a noxious, sulfurous odor.” — Danielle Monsch Copy Share Image
“We get chased by orcs, I’m tripping you and running the other direction.” — Danielle Monsch Copy Share Image
“men needed to explain the basics to him. A How to Deal with Women summit. Nothing would bond the races faster.” — Danielle Monsch Copy Share Image
“Make no mistake, little human. You are under my protection now, and I protect what is mine.” — Danielle Monsch Copy Share Image
“…I am not noble. This is not a ruse to free you. The only thing I want is you underneath me, willing and wild.… — Danielle Monsch Copy Share Image
“This woman was consuming him, bit by bit. She was becoming the reason and the reward of his existence, and if he did not… — Danielle Monsch Copy Share Image
“eyelids lowered, bringing his eyelashes into relief against his skin. No eyebrows, but yes to eyelashes. Hair on his head but none on his… — Danielle Monsch Copy Share Image
“Do I seem one who will not defend myself? You are her father, so I will make myself clear. Any who seek her harm… — Danielle Monsch Copy Share Image
“I will claim her, and I will protect her, and any who become her enemy? I will destroy.” — Danielle Monsch Copy Share Image
“The Oracle handed her a small, leather bound booklet, about as thick as a pamphlet, and said, “You are a teacher, yes?” It was… — Danielle Monsch Copy Share Image
“She woke to Terak's claws raking through her hair and her body deliciously sore, well-used in the best sense.” — Danielle Monsch Copy Share Image
“He had complete mastery of her, a mastery she welcomed as the tiny tremors low in her belly started, signaling her impending climax.” — Danielle Monsch Copy Share Image
“Jack Miller aimed his shotgun at the monster’s grey-skinned head and pulled the trigger. Green sludge and bits of bone and flesh splattered through… — Danielle Monsch Copy Share Image
