Harpy

She'd been waiting to kill me for a very long time. And run out of patience at last. So she pulled me to her across time and space. Just so she could end my life. Painfully. Violently. But first she had to explain her reasoning. Because she had been thinking this through for a long time and someone should hear and applaud her reasoning. Crazy yes. But as I was going to be dead soon what did it matter if she wanted to tell me her story? Maybe I could figure out how to get away from her - if I listened closely... Excerpt I was tightly bound to a support column in some old dank and stone-lined room. Where exactly I didn’t know. I had on my dungarees work boots red cotton t-shirt under my canvas jacket. Like I’d just been air-lifted from the pasture on my farm. Facing me was a woman with wings. A gorgeous woman with strong beautiful wings. Get Your Copy Now.