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- This close St. George could see the scaly texture of the demon’s skin. The burning blue eyes locked on his, each one the size of his palm, and dared him to look away. It felt like a staring contest with a rattlesnake. The slitted nostrils trembled as Cairax breathed in air and exhaled on the hero. The monster’s breath was hot. It reeked of disease and meat.
- Excerpt From Ex-Communication, pg 508
- Peter Clines
- https://books.apple.com/us/book/ex-communication/id635706546
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