“I stumble across the sea of tarmac, finding pavement, concealment and a brick wall. Palms brace against the scrubby surface. My stomach churns and then bubbles over, burning my throat as acrid yellow acid spills from my lips in frothy discomposure. It splatters the pavement like a spray of blood.” FantasyBloodHorrorThrillerParanormalDescriptionFantasy FictionHorror AuthorsHorror FantasyThriller HorrorDesecrated Bonds Book:Desecrated Bonds Source: Desecrated Bonds