Sweet Jasmine Stakes and Magic, an extract
Carolina felt sick and wished she were not in an airless cupboard. “What is she?” Carolina barely whispered, her eyes were like round marbles.
“I’m pleased you have come to Romania Carolina,” replied Luminita, “Romanians’ are best in business, for dealing in filthy beasts as such.”
Carolina’s eyes were out on stalks, it could not be, her body was beginning to feel as though it did not belong to her. “Are you telling me Luminita that she’s… she’s?”
“I’m afraid so!” Luminita made a long sigh. “By night she is an undead spirit cursed to feast on animal’s blood. She is ever young. But it seems for the first time in over five hundred centuries, she has her sights on a circle of vitches!”
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