Lonan braced his hands on both sides of the nearest hollow, staring into it with all his determination. Porous rock stabbed his palms. The blackness ahead shimmered with sound. Garbled nothing-lyrics vibrated below his ear and jaw. All around him, Lonan was surrounded by the rushing Ream.
At long last, I've changed the working title of "Lost and Found." The story is now called "To Those Seek Sirens."
To people who experience attraction: would an individual's use of this charm affect your ABILITY to consent to sex?
Like with "Black Dragon," I decided to make "Lost and Found" a more fitting cover now that it's on the chopping block.