Paleo
Chapter 1
Let's see, Buffy Summers thought. Where would I rather be? Here in the dark, standing by a dirty and disgusting headstone -- cracked on one side and covered with mold and something else I don't even want to identify, or --
A branch snapped behind her.
She did a neat, tight spin, ready to fight, with the fingers of one hand curled comfortably around a wooden stake, but there was no one there. Buffy scowled, yet didn't drop her guard. It might be a bird or a raccoon, even someone's pet cat; what it would definitely be the instant she slipped up was some ugly bloodsucker trying to make her into a midnight snack. There was something out there -- she just knew it. It would be so much nicer if they'd just get it over with so she could go home. It was Sunday night, for crying out loud. All good p ... read full excerpt from Paleo ebook
