Vanity's Brood - Lisa Smedman
LISA SMEDMAN
House of Serpents 03 -
Vanity's Brood
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BY
LISA SMEDMAN
PROLOGUE
The air was hot, laden with the heavy scents of decay and mold. Black clouds of insects-tiny as gnats, but with a sting that made Karrell gasp-swarmed around her face, drawn by the sweat that trickled down her temples. She pulled a fold of her cloak across her mouth and nose to screen herself from the insects, but the fabric tore a ...