Snippet from Bloodstone
Bored, Razzle redirected his focus to the female right next to him in the back of the room. She lay on a chaise, her red hair sprawled out over the side like a frozen waterfall of blood. She watched the ceiling until the front door opened. Razzle turned and saw someone new, someone not human. She smelled…of ash and…Razzle racked his brain. It wasn’t the dung smell of an imp or the earthy smell of a fairy. She smelled crisper, like a chilled wind or snow.