O is for Oleander

I am the poisonous flower that blooms within Thomas’s foul heart, growing within Seraphix’s radiance. I am the wish he cannot suppress, no matter how much he pushes me away, striking out at the small, the furry, the beautiful, or the unexplicable. A Godling for Your Thoughts? I am the godling Thomas dreams of, his link to Seraphix, no matter how much he might deny me. Let him cringe in fear. I am coming. Look for me in Tales of the Navel, which bubble up in inspirationcauldron.wordpress.com, leading to novels, if the scribbler gets her stories together. Urge her to do so, if you are interested.