Monday, January 6, 2014

Wages of Sin

She was a shapely silhouette in the low glow, her pale white skin gleaming where the touch of the candles traced the contours of her body. Naked and perfect, her eyes no longer that of a person but instead two flat, shining discs of silver light. She had horns—tiny little things, things that could almost be called stubby except for the smooth grace of their angular shapes. They peeked up from underneath that fine silver hair, front-of-the-head horns like a goat's, and they were the color of pale, milky jade.

~Wages of Sin by Brantwijn Serrah

Brantwijn actually has two stories in the Ravaged anthology. Click her name above to read her blog post.


 Come back tomorrow for another author and excerpt.

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