monsters die out when the collective imagination no longer needs them
glen duncan
Chapter Forty-Two:
It seemed to get warmer the longer Paige stayed away, hidden in the cave durning her snowy, deadly winter. Some say, you could hear her howls of agony in the distance.
She finally ran out of Dark Moon to pleasure her needs of the monster trapped and formed in a human body.
"Sage," Charles poked at her shoulder as she pretended to be asleep, "I know your awake, you stubborn little pig."
Sage threw her fist up, hoping to hit her beloved in the face. Luckily, like back in the woods, Sage was a little slow.
Charles laughed, poking and teasing her more and more till Sage opened her eyes, narrowing them at the man lying down next to her.
"I'm not talking to him," she grumbled as she s
