*I know.* His voice had a seductive throb in it, a hunger he couldn't control or mask. *I am Witch,* she said, a small, defiant quiver in her voice. Even before she walked over and looked at him, even before he saw the feral intelligence in those ancient, haunted sapphire eyes, he knew. As she shifted position to slip another shard into place, he saw the small, round breasts, the feminine curve of waist and hips, the dark-gold triangle of hair between her legs.īut he knew. Her human hands had sheathed claws like a cat's. Instead of feet, she had dainty horse's hooves. The legs were human and shapely, but changed below the calf. A narrow strip of gold fur traced her spine, ending in a small gold and white fawn tail that flicked over her bare buttocks. In a land decimated by its past, Lady Cassidy is an outcast who must convince bitter men to serve again when she is unexpectedly chosen to rule. In the center of her forehead was a tiny, spiral horn. This dark fantasy novel brings readers to a tumultuous world ruled by witches and warlocks who wield their power through jewels. Her gold mane-not quite hair and not quite fur-was brushed up and back from her exotic face and didn't hide the delicately pointed ears. She was medium height, slender, and fair-skinned.
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