Excerpt from Fer Soroll, by R. M. Sayan, that reads:
“That is one mean-looking dog. You fight that thing?”
Manel propped the pitchfork on the ground again. “Not usually. S’ not that strong, but…” He trailed off trying to find the right word, but Vadoma could sort of guess the rest. Vicious? Savage? “Desperate.”
Well, she didn’t know if any of that sympathy was deserved, but it occurred to her then that most, if not all, of the wolves they had just fought might be people Manel knew and lived with.
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Excerpt from Fer Soroll, by R. M. Sayan, that reads:
“Wait,” he said, and she almost huffed. There were no werewolves around anymore, hadn’t been for hours, and she could really use a rest now, but she waited anyways. Instead of watching the sun, she watched him, waiting for his signal. The way the gentle morning light caressed his rough features was alluring to watch, and she was glad the wolves were long gone, because right now, she couldn’t have torn her eyes away from him if she wanted to. Then a ray of sunlight peeked over the horizon, announcing the official start to the day, and he turned to look up at her probably for the first time that night, eyes gleaming like honey in this light. “Y’ can come down now. Help me pack up.”
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FER SOROLL is an #A #HF #HR novel set in 15th c. Catalonia, with the added challenge of werewolves. To keep the farm animals in town safe, there’s only one man willing and able to spend the night defending them—of course, our love interest :)
#questpit #W #LGBTQ #QueerMF
