“Winter, since when did you have wings?” Baby’s blue eyes opened and he looked up at her with a strange light dancing in their depths. “How long have you had wings?”

She had to have misheard him. “Wings?” She didn’t have wings. She would know.

“Wings. Big white ones. I sense them. Maki has them, too. Big black ones. Black like raven feathers. But yours are white. Like unicorn hide.”

Winter scowled at him. “I sparkle?”

“Like a Cullen.”


About Carrie Fulk Vaughn

Carrie Fulk Vaughn (C.V. Madison) is a licensed massage therapist, author of LGBTQIA, Urban fantasy, horror & romance. Gamer geek full of Mountain Dew and schadenfreude pie. Twitter addict. Ball jointed doll collector.

Posted on October 25, 2013, in Original Fiction. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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