"Upon the flesh of innocence,
These nighttime creatures dine,
A warning to the faint of heart,
Let sleeping evils lie..."
Stefie is a feisty young reporter that goes looking into a town's darkest secrets and learns that cutting into old scars can bring more than blood to the surface.
Vel. Trapped in darkness. Locked away for all eternity. His only companions are the rats and creatures of night; which feed upon the death of old buildings as the worms would devour a putrid body of flesh. His sanity splintering away, rotting and collapsing like the walls that have held him captive for so long.
Genre: FICTION / Romance / Erotica“There is a scent of blood in the air.” His voice was low, as his eyes flashed about the room, “but it is not your blood.”
Stefie paled, but the words were not as crippling as they might have been only a few hours before. She had gained back some of her strength since that morning. Green cat eyes darkened with a memory of the horrors that she’d seen, but they remained free of tears.
“My uncle was killed last night. The police took me to see his body.”
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Portuguese
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Already translated.
Translated by Fabiana de Moraes da Silva
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Spanish
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Translation in progress.
Translated by Laura Merlo
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