She dances barefoot in a gentle fire, twirling in a tattered crimson dress. The flames flicker and they resemble her heartbeat. The heat gives her life, and if there are watchers, it flows through her and reaches them. A dance only danced for the sick and the intimate, else she’d weaken.
Excerpt: Blood Dancers
Excerpt: Blood Dancers
Excerpt: Blood Dancers
She dances barefoot in a gentle fire, twirling in a tattered crimson dress. The flames flicker and they resemble her heartbeat. The heat gives her life, and if there are watchers, it flows through her and reaches them. A dance only danced for the sick and the intimate, else she’d weaken.