Quote by Marianne de Pierres
““Something from out in the dark brushed her throat, damp fingers smearing her with warm wetness. She started, raising a hand against it, but touched nothing. A teasing whisper in her ear – no, more a thought. Come to me … She glanced around to see if anyone else had heard, but those near her gazed eagerly ahead. Except the Riper; he watched her.””
