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It was almost impossible to see through the downpour across the windshield even with the wipers screeching flat out. She couldn’t go any faster without risking her life.

Lilita hated slow driving almost as much as she hated dogs.

But this weather…

She couldn’t breathe through the heart throbbing in her throat and the shivers racking her body.

The ute roared down the road, spraying up dirt until she pulled it right, off the track and through the open gates of the paddock. Through the rain she caught a glimpse of red, the same red as the farm bike.

demanding blood | excerpt | e. w

in which częstobrona discovers a starving boy-warrior lost in the forest and makes a deal with him.

Eventually, the clock hand reached eleven and Lilita hopped down from her place, collected the kettle from where it sat on the bench and filled it with a drizzle of water at the kitchen sink. She approached the woodstove, skirting carefully around Tally, and set it on the top.

“Tea or coffee?” she asked, curtly.

He started. “Neither.”

“Bourbon? Beer?”

“Minnie has that?”

“No,” she said. “There’s only tea and coffee.”

“Oh,” he answered, quietly. “Which teas?”

Lilita opened the cupboard, searching through the heap of boxes in it. “Black, Green, Mint, Chamomile.”

“Coffee, then?” He said.

The kettle whistled harshly on the stove. Lilita set out two matching brown-glazed mugs, antiques from the seventies or sometime, and heaped coffee into both of them before passing him one. “There’s no milk.”

disappointingly serious document of the two days of inktober i completed :( no memes here