Sneak peak of my book: Us Who Bleed
'The words of the letter Alexander had read last night only really sank their fangs into him the morning after: this morning. Those fangs had buried themselves in his jugular. His heart, by this point, had made a nest of his throat, feeling like a blockage that was stopping him from breathing. His tongue, heavily resting in his jaw, felt limp and useless: dry and sandy like the Sahara. Dark bags circled the bottom of his eyes, somewhat dulling the sharp shape.
For a moment, and only that, his mind wandered away from his stresses and zoned in on the warmth being emitted by the mug his hands were enclosed around. The small comfort seeped into his calloused palms, strands of hair falling in front of his eyes. Promptly, he shook his head, the hair now falling off to the sides, by his eyebrows.'
