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MeaganLee

  • When the Clock Strikes Night

    OneBlood dribbles down my chin. All I can concentrate on is the sweet taste of blood. Cherries on top of a banana split. That’s what it tastes like. Cherries on ...

    • Novel / Chapter
    • Fantasy
    1 min read


You are in the wrong land even if the roosters recognize you.
— Nathalie Handal, "Noir, une lumière"