Cari Silverwood

“Being born of the dreams and nightmares of humans, they weren’t truly faery or demon. The semantics of labels didn’t matter. There was just light, and there was dark, and neither of them belonged in this world.”

“There was something about ink curling across a man’s bulging bicep that invoked the dance of horniness.”

“Then I woke in the shade of the fig tree in my favorite park, with the gun barrel in my mouth.”