Bealoran hated his name.
It should have been a girl’s name; “Bright Flower” was no name for a boy, and for one so dark, growing into such a strong and muscular young man, it was particularly unfitting. 313 more words
THE DORLEY CYCLE
Siren shrieks and mermaid cries rampaged through my arousal center deep into the skull and my brain sculpted a nightmare so fucked up I hardly noticed a tackle team of doctors trying to restrain my spasmodic body onto the hospital bed. 950 more words