β Scribed by Sharon Ashwood
No coin nor oath required. For personal study only.
Who says the holiday season is just for humans?
For all the holly-jolly times, family gatherings are complex no matter whoβor whatβyou are. When you're hunting for the latest "it" toy to stuff a stocking, it doesn't matter if you're alive or Undead, fanged or furryβyou're just as desperate to be the cool dad. And then there are the family grumps who never send cards, the ones who eat all the good candy, and those who drool and dig up the neighbor's yard.
No, the Yuletide Season isn't for the faint of heartβand sometimes it's downright demonicβbut holiday miracles make it all worthwhile. Chance encounters and unexpected forgiveness remind us that joy doesn't come in a gift-wrapped box.
This novella from the Dark Forgotten world catches up with favorite characters for a fresh take on the holidays. Those visiting the world for the first time will understand why Chicago Tribune called it "simply superb."
Grab this book and return to the world of the Dark Forgotten. Santa Claws is waiting!
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