through her. She turned in circles, her ear attuned to the individual pulses and remembered the men from which they came. She saw again the disdain in their eyes, the sneer of their lips, and the arrogant tilt of their chins. She could never resist the superior ones who believed they were invincible. All of them held their hubris dear until the last moment. They were humbled when their hearts beat in her hand, panic in their eyes just before their light went out. She savored the roar. The violent pulsing filled her up with its chaos, but the relief was short before her hunger was provoked. Once the hollow inside her breast started to throb, the pressure increased until she could bear the pain no longer. She scanned her collection, waiting for one to grab her attention. Her gaze kept returning to one of the seducers. Her memory of the Rogue was as clear in her mind as the night she rode away with him, leaving the Marquis and his daughter behind. She was surprised he was calling for her now so many years later. He must be ready to die. She took her time eating. Her empty space soothed with each bite and grew quieter with each step she took down the corridor to the world outside, the hearts screaming when she left.
About the Author
Montgomery Mahaffey is a fantasy writer who has told her stories all over the country. Alaskan winters shaped Mahaffey as a writer, and her work is built off of the myriad of personal and collective experiences formed underneath that mystical landscape. Born in the south to a family of storytellers, Mahaffey has developed her own voice that is suffused with the temperament of the wanderer instinct. Set in a world where magic is at once subtle and pervasive, her novels bring to life symbols and stories of the old fairy tales told with wry humor and passion. In 2005 she was granted the Individual Artist Project Award from the Rasmuson Foundation in Anchorage, Alaska. Ella Bandita and the Wanderer is her first novel.