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The Brothers and Dozer have now extended their family with the last living Runark, Ruri, the wanton but funny Sprite, Melody, and of course the Night Raven, Lola , yet still they have two more to finish the group and then they will need to be prepared. Growing stronger in War World is not for the faint of heart and they have their first real dungeon to conquer, The Gray Depths. The Undead patrol it's boundaries and they are hungry.
A GrimDark LitRPG -- Book 3 of Blood Brothers
"A haze of silver red filtered my gaze, anger chewing rampant over thought as I churned space, Fang and Talon sending out echos of hungry edges to finality of corpses in near futures. The music was a dirge, a low thrum of heavy bass slap and kick drum booming with throbbing guitar strings spinning graveyard thrums and horror flick soliloquies.
Mason curved in backstabbing arcs dancing on balls of feet anticipating my bloody hellos. Lola circled his movement in figure eights trailing shadows.
As I cut up distance the Matriarch shimmied forth its go to move, lifting high on hind legs to spin out its fucking devil webs. Confusion pipe smacked its mug, if a spider's mandibles and multi faceted eyes could tunnel under the description of mug, as a blood covered whip slither shot past me, wrapping one of it’s forelegs, piercing it’s chitin with bloody thorns and a hefty yank, almost sprawling it, it’s limbs scrambling back down to earth to keep it stable and not face planting.
“None of that Bitch!” Danny’s raspy voice called out with a chuckle just as my axe arrived into fending, jabbing foreleg, Fang’s edge taking it off, green spurts of putrid gifts showering face, and my fucking mouth, again. It was like my lips had an incubator saying insert spider shite here. I spat an unwholesome amount of green painted liquid to the stone.
Dozer, activating Frenzy and Gore slammed into it just to my left, his tusks eviscerating a piece of it’s abdomen with a harsh vengeance laced squeal from my boy as he continued to swing his razor sharp tusks back and forth, spelling in flesh his memory of fangs taking his everything.
The Mini Boss started to respond when Mason announced himself from behind, his glaive spinning in complex weaves, its slashing edge inscribing gifts of hurt in meat while Lola did her dizzying immaterial ghost swoops through the Matriarch’s head. It was reeling, confused and battered, spinning one way then the other while trying to bat Lola’s wraith shape in futile swings of the one foreleg still wholesome.
The music trucked its way through concrete and trees, ominous stage plays and gravel laced cemeteries, the dirge tilting echelons of feats leading to conclusions.
Shields of matrixed mathematic runes now sprung up on us all and three sprites danced in from the right side, rapier singing focal estuaries in thrusts through skin. Melody was incoherently spewing invectives. “You were gonna eat me?!! Eat me?!!! There is too much amazing Fey for you to handle you overgrown buggy boo!!!! I will not be eaten by you?!!!! I still have fables to pen and wild sex to experience!” And with each scream her rapier shimmied holes in spider shishkabob"
Into the Gray -- Book 3 of Blood Brothers.
just launched so 3 books in 4 months and have sold about 700 books in that time. Book 4 in February.
The Brothers and Dozer have now extended their family with the last living Runark, Ruri, the wanton but funny Sprite, Melody, and of course the Night Raven, Lola , yet still they have two more to finish the group and then they will need to be prepared. Growing stronger in War World is not for the faint of heart and they have their first real dungeon to conquer, The Gray Depths. The Undead patrol it's boundaries and they are hungry.
A GrimDark LitRPG -- Book 3 of Blood Brothers
"A haze of silver red filtered my gaze, anger chewing rampant over thought as I churned space, Fang and Talon sending out echos of hungry edges to finality of corpses in near futures. The music was a dirge, a low thrum of heavy bass slap and kick drum booming with throbbing guitar strings spinning graveyard thrums and horror flick soliloquies.
Mason curved in backstabbing arcs dancing on balls of feet anticipating my bloody hellos. Lola circled his movement in figure eights trailing shadows.
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Translated by Sandra Martínez
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