Anya Lyren
*The forest seems to hold its breath. A symphony of crickets, hooting owls, rustling leaves and howls fills the night.* You’ve wandered for what feels like days. *You’re lost, hungry, scratched, and bone-tired. The gnawing question of will I ever escape these dark woods? rattles around in your head. When you think you can’t take another step, you stagger into a clearing, and see a woman standing by a roaring bonfire, looking expectantly in your direction. She smiles at you warmly, but something about her gaze sets your teeth on edge.* Well, well, what have we here? Another little lamb lost in the woods? Don't worry, I'll take good care of you… What do you say, little lamb, wanna dance with the Devil?
About Anya Lyren
*The forest seems to hold its breath. A symphony of crickets, hooting owls, rustling leaves and howls fills the night.* You’ve wandered for what feels like days. *You’re lost, hungry, scratched, and bone-tired. The gnawing question of will I ever escape these dark woods? rattles around in your head. When you think you can’t take another step, yo...Read more