When she looked at me, fire ran through my veins, hot, slicing the visceral parts of me. Humbling with those hungry eyes and that wanton mouth, how easily I forget the child staring back at me from behind the mask of green. I want to take her, claim her, make her bend and cede to my will. Yet she has me chained, in mind, then body, bound to her, for her, and only her.
– Thandre Price (A Character)*
*Snippet from unfinished novel in Nomad Series by Teresa Little