HECTOR BAYES

What I was doing, what I planned to do, as I led the woman right through the watching crowd of dignitaries and rubber-mouthed werewolves was nothing short of insane. It was batshit crazy!

”Where are we going?” Nola’s frenzied whisper came from below and i looked down to see that she was watching me avidly. The salt drying on her cheeks in the frigid bite of the wind that was blowing a whistle through the sepia blackness.

I hesitated, a flicker of confusion raking through my form as I paused with one leather-bound foot in front of the other.

The royal throne room was the only colored building...