“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 the cobblestone path to the kitchen.” — 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… — Georgina Anne Taylor Copy Share Image
“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… — Georgina Anne Taylor Copy Share Image
“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
