T. L. Smith
About the book
And land right back in the middle of his depraved world. No, she simply smiles slowly, her plush lips curling at the corners, her eyes lighting up with a strange inner glow. Her lips were blue, and she was covered in dirt, her hair in loose strands all around her face, and a knife was clutched in her hand. Deven’s cries are still there in the background. “Then they morph into a butterfly to find their mate.