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to
our destination, and I force away the anguish that threatens to
swallow my heart whole. Soon we’ll reach a Portal to Thiberoux. In
order to pass through its protective seal, I need to focus. As the cold fog suddenly appears, enveloping us in
complete darkness, I wrap my hand around my Boumeaux. Diablo,
unfazed by the blinding barrier all around us, continues racing
forward.
    I close my eyes. I feel my palm
smolder; the stone vibrates in my grasp. Silently, I recite the
secret command:
    Hasish Auria, permissum
mihi obduco.
    Hasish Auria, permissum
mihi obduco.
    Hasish Auria, permissum
mihi obduco.
    The dense fog quickly
lifts, and I welcome my new surroundings. My real world – not the one Liora lives
in. There, I am an outsider. Unwanted. Here is where I
belong.
    The three full moons of the goddess
Illyria glow brightly in the eternally sunless sky, illuminating
the landscape. Acres of lush foliage paint the hillsides vibrant
green and gold, untouched by Man’s seasons which turn their trees
into skeletons. There is no death here. Only life. And limbo. But
never death.
    The Land of Thiberoux. Home
of the royal descendants of the first Dark-angels, the enchanted
realm of demonia. Safely hidden from the naïve eyes of the human
world.
    Once, after one of my first visits to
Thiberoux as a young demion, I looked for its location on a Sapie
map. I was surprised to see that instead of the lakes of fire and
oceans of ice, volcanoes exploding with thunder and lightning,
magical forests full of sprites and elves, and the pits of swirling
vortexes connecting various dimensions, there were cities,
freeways, two airports, and four major universities. Two separate
and opposite worlds existing in the exact same space. I used to
wonder how that could be possible.
    Now I totally understand.
    Diablo grunts, his powerful muscles
push and strain as we head up the mountainside. I bury my face in
his mane and squeeze my legs tight. He’s never thrown me, but the
curves here are wicked, the cliffs treacherous, and he barrels
around them with terrifying agility.
    He eases to a trot as we approach the
River of Kings. The stream of churning fire flows for miles in
either direction and creates a perfect circle around the inner
sanctum of Dryndara, my tribe’s territory of Thiberoux. A massive
beast, nearly invisible in the night save for his piercing yellow
eyes, growls menacingly at us from the base of the
footbridge.
    I eye the creature with caution and
dismount. A light tap on his hindquarters sends Diablo cantering
into the shadows to await further commands. After dusting off my
cloak and lowering my hood, I approach the sentry. The hellhound
growls again and bares his razor-sharp teeth.
    “ What’s your problem?” I
ask good-naturedly and give him an affectionate pat on the
head.
    I take several steps back as the
canine begins to tremble violently. He rises on his haunches,
twisting and convulsing until his new shape is formed. It is that
of a young man, skin stretched tight over rippling muscles—his
formerly beastly body now a vision of smooth and sculpted
perfection. He runs his hands through his bronze hair and looks at
me through the lushest of lashes. Fire mixed with desire smolders
in his coffee-colored eyes. His sensuous mouth, one designed to
render human females utterly helpless, turns slightly down in a
heartbreaking pout.
    Once again, I count my
lucky stars I’m not a Sapie. It is so not
fair that he is so much more beautiful than
me. As a demion, I have a hard enough time resisting him. As a
Sapie, I’d be toast.
    “ I’m mad at you.” He runs
his gaze up and down my body and lets out a soft, lustful
moan.
    I roll my eyes. Bones is my
best friend, and I know he can’t help himself, BUT STILL…
Just once it’d be
nice for him to not greet me with his über sexy, ‘come-hither-and-do-me’
persona. A demion can only take so much, you know? Oh well, what
did I really I expect from something that’s also