Fighting monsters and demons in association with BBC Cult.
The Faerie Princess was like no other woman Tamara had ever seen. Her long pale hair hung in loose waves to her knees, with threads of gold interwoven amongst the pale strands. She held her blade aloft and her arms were pale and sinewy, powerful muscles rippling underneath the firm flesh. Her teeth were like tiny pearls in a large, ripe mouth, but this mouth � which should have been sensual and beautiful to behold � was set in a rictus of pain and anger. It was easy to see why Wild Edric had fallen in love with her at first sight.
Of course, the Faerie beauty had not been trying to kill him at the time.
Tamara still held the squirming babies in her arms. The Faerie princess and her ladies-in-waiting - or whatever they were - had not harmed the children thus far, but they would have no qualms harming Tamara. And if she had to do battle with these terrible women, carrying the babies could prove a fatal hindrance to her ability to defend herself. She wracked her brain for something, anything to keep the babies out of harm's way.
The idea alighted upon her feverish mind not a moment too soon.
