“ A witch so bold would not flinch, no matter how harsh her punishment might be, though his wish was for her to feel every strike. Arla Dahl
“ He guided her hands lower, over her own soft belly, her hips, the tops of her thighs. The oils they spread there left a sheen upon her flesh. A sheen that glistened as firelight and shadows caroused a… Arla Dahl
