“and not design my wedding dress. It was a labor of love really—the massive amounts of hand-applied sheer fabrics in various shades of creams, ivories, and any other antique variation of white. Stepping into the small room, the first” — Wendy Owens Copy Share Image
“Gabe watched, holding his breath as the figure slowly turned. The body moved in an almost unnatural way as it shifted and crawled slowly on all fours across the floor. When the candlelight at last fell on the figure, Gabe could make out the auburn hair of his beloved Sophie. Her hair was matted, greasy, and hung in her face.… — Wendy Owens Copy Share
“Day in and day out we learn to train and grow as Guardians. We do as we're told and follow the rules. We all work hard. Now it's our turn to watch some demons tremble in fear! It's our turn to watch the hunters become the hunted. Who's ready to see some fighting? Better yet, who wants to see what… — Wendy Owens Copy Share
“Crossing the small wooden bridge, just past the rubble, Gabe ducked off to the left and swooped underneath into hiding. Once sure he was secure, and could not be seen by those that passed overhead, Gabe collapsed on to the dirt and grass. Turning on his side, his body convulsed, and relieved itself of any food that had been in… — Wendy Owens Copy Share
“The smoke stung at the corners of Uri’s eyes as he struggled to open them. He could hear the battle sounds all around him and smell the iron from the blood drenched warfare in the air. Much to his surprise, death had not yet claimed him. He could feel Raimie’s body under his own, no warmth came from him, however,… — Wendy Owens Copy Share
“The roar of the crowd began to grow. He heard them harmoniously stomping their feet in a rhythm that cried out for battle. Gabe… — Wendy Owens Copy Share Image
“He didn't know Rachel very well, but assumed her behavior would be similar to most women he encountered. As soon as he stepped foot… — Wendy Owens Copy Share Image
“The thought of abandoning his friend to save himself was never an option. He collapsed, pushing even closer to Raimie. Pressing his lips against… — Wendy Owens Copy Share Image
“Michael staggered to his feet and turned to face his worst nightmare. Baal stood before him, a smirk on his face. He wore his signature grey, pinstripe, three-piece suit, and casually twisted his pinky ring on his long and slender well-manicured finger. As it rotated Michael caught a glimpse of the rubies in the skull’s eye sockets. His black hair… — Wendy Owens Copy Share
“Michael felt as if his heart might burst. With the death of the council he had felt as though he had lost everything that… — Wendy Owens Copy Share Image
“He jokingly thought that this guy fancied himself some kind of Jedi knight, waiting for him to say, 'these are not the droids you're… — Wendy Owens Copy Share Image
“convince myself to invite her to my wedding. Honestly though, all I care about is the dress. When it comes down to it, they… — Wendy Owens Copy Share Image
“Again Gabe looked back at Michael, hoping he was about to step in, but all he did was give him a nod. A nod?… — Wendy Owens Copy Share Image
