A complimentary, sample chapter from LILI G MUST DIE FIRST KILL W here am I? I move through the pitch black, feeling my way along an icky, stone wall of sorts. It is slimy and gross, like snot, yet for some reason I am unable to smell the moisture's composition. The clanging of cold steel rings in my brain like a hammer against a bell of iron, and to make everything worse, I feel sick to my stomach. I truly fear I will vomit again. But I must not, for the enemy shall detect the scent of my discharge, and thus easily track my location. Then they will eat my face—and my eyeballs. Vampires enjoy eating eyeballs. I find it difficult to move. The boots I pilfered last week are ill fitting, and have filled with mud. They make an unsettling sloshing sound with each delicate step I take in this unfamiliar passage. Worse yet, I fear I will be heard...
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