Lisa Kumar shows us a few things about writing Dark Fantasy

Now I could go home. Gran and Grandpa would be so— The baying of a hound tore through the quietness like a blade. My heart froze solid before exploding into a pounding rhythm. Oh, God, no. I knew that otherworldly sound, and that was no human hound but a Sidhe one. Shit, shit, shit! The impulse to flee nearly overpowered me, but a smidgeon of sense won out at the end.

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