“Bury my bones in the midnight soil, plant them shallow and water them deep, and in my place will grow a feral rose, soft red petals hiding sharp white teeth” 1532 Spain: Maria wants more out of life than to be stuck in her small village, and the combination of her great beauty and wily mind may be the ticket to get her out of there. When all it does is throw her into a man’s world of men’s games played by men’s rules, […]
Well, at least Lesbian Vampires are Better than an Invisible French Woman
Bury Our Bones in the Midnight Soil by V.E. Schwab



