On the Hunt

About this book

It was no surprise that the history of the high-bloods had been lost in the midst of time./ Wind whistled a mournful tune around aluminum building and across the jagged tarmac./ Yuri closed his eyes and let the night sounds serenade him./ My design_ an ultra-black slip dress with an asymmetrical hem and beaded bodice_ hung on the model's thin frame like a sad sack, the elegant fabric catching on her angled hip bones and concave belly.