The Coming of God of Death : Book 7

Sharp teeth, hair trailing all the way to the floor, nails as long as daggers, a lean, elegant body . . . A beauty, right? Not really! I'll curse that prince, I swear by myself, I'll curse the bastard! But let him live for now.

Then the heavens started cracking. It was an invasion, may Reyna be struck down by lightning!

Om denne bog

Sharp teeth, hair trailing all the way to the floor, nails as long as daggers, a lean, elegant body . . . A beauty, right? Not really! I'll curse that prince, I swear by myself, I'll curse the bastard! But let him live for now.

Then the heavens started cracking. It was an invasion, may Reyna be struck down by lightning!