It’s such an unearthly voice. Smokey, smooth like silk, but beneath hums a tone of danger that makes my blood run cold. My body reacts on instinct, whirling to find the source. At first, I don't see it. But when I do, I feel that deep-rooted urge to run for my life.  It’s a woman. … Continue reading The Roaming Chronicles 3: The Crimson Goddess →