I am one whole day into my new project. It’s unnamed, so it’s going by “Dillon’s book” for now. 😉
I sank to my knees before him. Without his glamour, his was a terrible sort of beauty.
His eyes were sterling and unforgiving, his skin ebony and flawless but for the scar that began on his forehead and crossed over his nose. The thick ridge bisected his right eyebrow and emerged at his temple before vanishing beneath his sleek, black hair. His wings were massive, and he wore them as a cloak about his shoulders. Something twitched at his feet, and I thought I saw…but it couldn’t be.
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Hailey writes about questionable applications of otherwise perfectly good magic, the transformative power of love, the family you choose for yourself, and blowing stuff up. Not necessarily all at once. That could get messy.
