Seraph stared at him. "There are no such things at werewolves."
That's right, there are no such things as werewolves, or vampires, in my books. An urban fantasy with no werewolves or vampires! What will they think of next? The horror!
Heh.
I didn't want to do what has been done, and done better, a million times before me. And worse (I'm looking at you, Twilight).
So, this was a exposition explosion! I will always try to make my talking heads chapters funny, this is my promise as an author.
I haven't gotten to it yet, but rest assured that the fae histories and such things will explained, as I have bastardized them quite a bit.
Lets see, anything else about this chapter? Hmmmm- The different spellings of fae are not a mistake. Mitch Hedburg is a great man who is missed. Cliff-hangers are fun... to write. And Vicodin is the shit.
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