Elizabeth Munro

“You always help me put things in perspective Ray,” I told him after our food arrived.“No, Camille,” he laughed. “I point out the bullshit you avoid, make you step in it then I leave it up to you to figure out how to get it off your shoes.”“I guess that’s why I’m never sure if I should thank you,” I said suddenly feeling lighter than I had in days. “There’s a lot of old shit on my shoes today.”

“What kind of hellish punishment does Lev have planned if he needs the females’ crazy magic moon water? Nothing Talon has ever heard of but the gryphon is a recluse and stories about him keep children from sneaking out alone; a terribly convoluted mixture of the rogue army attack on his eyrie, death, and the name Lev, one of the few survivors mean enough to live through it.”

“Kings of the land and the sky we are; proud gryphons.” Stalker stands, the epitome of pride. Naked and muscular, his wings widen and his feet dig in as if he alone holds down the earth and supports the heavens, keeping the two ever separate.”