“Other than the obvious, are you feeling alright?” He’s probably trying to put together a statement for the news before they start pointing fingers.”
Dollars to donuts says Matt’s the one who’s been calling, so we should head to meet up with him first. “We have to try to get ahead of the storm. “Right.” She straightened up in his arms, holding still as he wiped the faint tracks of tears from the corners of her eyes. We’d better get moving before the press tries to corner us.” He glanced over at his cell phone still vibrating on the couch shouting, “Son of a bitch!” in tune to an accompanying harmonica, drums, and tambourine. I would never keep something like this from you.” I didn’t mean to spring it on you, but you had to know. She buried her face in the warmth of his neck and clutched the front of his dress shirt. Learning this on top of a rampaging dragon tearing Tokyo to pieces is a little much for me.” “Shit,” he muttered, and wrapped his arms around her. She’d learned the truth not long before he did. All at once, the weight of it hit him and he realized he hadn’t even considered how she had been feeling. “I don’t know,” she said very quietly, and he could finally see the tears in her eyes. He dropped his hands then, his voice hoarse as he stared at her helplessly. A head rush in combination with the beer and the stress-” “Again? Wait, why am I on the floor?” He paused. “Jack, you’re going to give yourself a panic attack again. The room started to tilt in front of his vision. 1% chance and I suppose that’s what happened.” “The odds were indeed against us and we were careful, but there’s always that. “Well, Jack, when a man and a woman love each other…” Slowly, Jack shifted his big feet off the textbooks they’d been stacked upon and took the cool washcloth off his forehead, staring open-mouthed at his girlfriend. “Post-doc at MIT and recipient of a fellowship grant for the resurrection and preservation of dragons.” Kamala Anjali held up one hand and gently asked, “How many fingers am I holding up?” His gaze slowly focused on her round face, dark-honey eyes, and midnight hair framing her cheeks.ĭr. The television droned on in the background and faint whitish-blue light spilled over the den of his small apartment, illuminating the beautiful southern Indian woman settled next to him on her knees. Something soft and cool lay across his forehead, pushing his wily brown hair back from his brow. Rhett “Jack” Jackson heard before everything went black. We tossed the bright world over our shoulderĪnd tire of the talking bird in the tree,Īnd the wandering stars grow stale, grow stale, Click here to pre-order it on any platform you like. Of Blood and Ashes is available for pre-order exclusively in the Sirens and Scales boxed set. Between the ruthless yakuza hot on their trail and the growing mistrust in their small hunting party, it will take a miracle for Jack and Kamala to make it out alive… Jack and Kamala are joined by CIA field agent William Fry and dragon-hunting expert Juniper Snow as they infiltrate the forest to hunt the dragon before she can hurt anyone else. They’ve also got the yakuza who cloned the dragon hellbent on getting her back, and they don’t care who they kill in order to re-capture the dragon. Things worsen when they lose track of dragon in none other than Aokigahara, the Suicide Forest–a section of woods in Japan that is rumored to be one of the most haunted places on earth. Kamala Anjali have been tasked with helping the government take down a dragon the size of a Tyrannosaurus Rex after it sends part of the city up in flames. The world’s deadliest dragon, the infamous Baba Yaga, is loose on the streets of Tokyo.ĭr.
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