Chapter 3: Roo
Moving on. Yes, but first, Roo slipped some coin through the crack to cover repairs and then yes, time to move on. Savor Peaches’ wonderful peaches and cream body odor that he knew embarrassed her enough to always cherry up those pixie face cheeks of hers since sweet sweet naive childhood whenever he quipped about it. It was as clear as the strawberry sky, that after stopping at that stand beyond the bottom of the hill, Peaches was so headed beyond the gates looming ahead, the ones arched as high as his hopes for this future love, just beyond the...
Chapter 2: Peaches
Totally fucking … that poster of parchment … those blocky black letters spelling WANTED … Oh, for the Oak of Ages … Peaches totally fucking wanted to give the middle finger to that sly sneak of a trickster the moment she spotted that parchment poster hanging all cozy and sinister and sooo much like a little black widow on those shutters behind the windowsill of those stinkier than stinky roses. The sky wouldn’t be the only one growling soon. Good thing Peaches wore her finger loop gloves snug and ready. Each was as scarlet red as she’d soon make that...
Chapter 1: Roo
The sky was a strawberry custard for the eyes, and the same color of the lips Roo yearned to kiss. So what if the clouds behind him were dark and ominous? The wind gusty and chilled more than the perfect shot of vodka. The taste of rain electrified by lightning-to-be … The street was as slim as his chances of success. The cobble as bumpy as the journey ahead. And this hill — a steep ascent into danger. Roo even wore a jerkin woven of the finest dragon scale the son of an thee Exiled Exorcist of Most Notable Notoriety...