RAVEN’S TRANSFORMATION

        My head was throbbing in time with the ticking of a nearby clock and my eyelids felt like they weighed a ton. I didn’t own a clock. That was the first clue that told me I wasn’t home in my bed.

        Eyes still closed, I tried to sit up and clear my head at the same time. That only managed to induce a rippling wave of dizziness followed by nausea. That was the second clue. This felt like a hangover but I don’t drink. I hadn’t been a drinker before or even after I died.  – Excerpt RAVEN’S TRANSFORMATION – Melissa Michaels

ABACULUS III Featuring my Urban Fantasy Short - RAVEN'S TRANSFORMATION
ABACULUS III Featuring my Urban Fantasy Short – RAVEN’S TRANSFORMATION
Raven’s Revenge
Zen
Melissa Michaels