by Chloe Adler
I keep up my assault, tearing at his heavily oozing flesh, ripping apart massive chunks with my talons and beak.
“Thorn, stop.” Nolan sputters from below.
But I’m too far gone and though I hear him, I cannot listen. This creature tried to kill my brother. He’s tried to steal their girl and tear our family apart. I will tear his face apart instead and then I will barbeque the chunks and eat the flesh of my prey and all will know I. Am. DRAGON.
The demon stumbles backward toward the still spinning doorway gaping open behind him. But I’m lost in bloodlust, bent on destruction. He writhes and claws at my leathery flesh but I only sink my claws in further.
“No, Thorn, please!” Nolan howls, but it’s too late.
The evil monster and I fall through the portal, tearing at one another all the way down back to whatever hell he came from.
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Also by Chloe Adler
Tales from the Edge Series - Iphigenia's Reverse Harem
Book 1 - Distant Light
Book 2 - Radiant Light
Book 3 - Blazing Light - TBR - August 2018
Chronicles of Tara - Amaya's Reverse Harem
Book 1 - Synergist
Book 2 - Catalyst - TBR Oct. 2018
Book 3 - Facilitator - TBR Dec. 2018
Love on the Edge Series - A Paranormal Romance Series
Book 1 - A Witch’s Mortal Desire - Sadie’s Book
Book 2 - A Witch’s Dark Craving - Chrys’s Book
Book 3 - A Shifter’s Fevered Heart - Jared’s Book
Book 4 - A Vampire’s Wicked Hunger - Burgundy’s Book
Author Musings
Warning: these Author Musings are unedited, raw and will probably offend someone - so read them at your own risk. I use run-sentences, may have grammatical errors and on top of all that, it's late at night and I'm sleepy. *yawn*
This book has been a long but mostly delightful journey, not counting the month I wanted to chuck my computer out the window, tear all my hair out and feed it to the dog or spend hours rolled into a tiny ball, sobbing under the fridge.
When I was in medical school I complained incessantly saying, "I hate school and can't wait until it's over." And there was always some other student who would say "when it's over, the hard part really begins, you have to set up your own practice and get patients. This is the fun part. Enjoy the journey." To which I almost always responded: "Fuck the journey!" I hated school or let me explain: I hated memorizing. I love learning but when you're trying to "learn" something in order to pass a state licensing board exam that's so horrible and ridiculous it can only be compared to to squeezing your entire head through a termite hole (without any lube), learning ceases to be fun.
And whether it's because I get to run around in circles screaming "I TOLD YOU SO" or just because I've never been afraid to set up a business (I started my very first one at 20) — I was right and they were wrong. For me, the journey sucked. Since getting my masters and starting my own practice, things have been much more digestible. I won't say easy because it's more difficult in another way but it's far more rewarding than school was and I get to make money now! The best thing about school were my fellow classmates as I'm somewhat of an extrovert—somewhat. I still need to be alone to recharge but… shit, that's another story and I'm too tired to go into it now.
Suffice it to say, the journey of writing Radiant Light has been far sweeter than burying my head in medical books, falling asleep with a hand full of flashcards or taking weekly tests!
Goodbye journey through hell and hello journey through sexy sexy sex sex. I told you it was late here and I was tired.
XXOOXX ~ Chloe
