Bøger udgivet af June J.\Ulrich

The little dog streaked into the room headed straight for Graemme's black tassels knee-high on his boots. He launched into the air and latched onto them in mid-flight. His forward momentum nearly skidded the warrior's foot from under him. "Satan's arse!" The dog snarled and tried to shake its prize. Husky laughter rolled from Graemme's chest. "I take it this misbegotten varmint belongs to Raptor's knotty-pated crone? No doubt the two have knocked themselves senseless wandering throughout the castle of a night." "Nay, not the crone's. 'Tis Elyne's." Broccin gave the dog a disgusted look. Graemme looked down at it and shook his head. The strange dog seemed fascinated with his leg, for now it had locked its front legs around his calf and was... "Satan's crossed eyes!" The dog humped Graemme as of he was the hottest bitch in the castle.