The setting sun’s an angry red ball, though the beach is charmingly pink. A trick of the light? She cannot say.
Still, that isn’t her most pressing concern right now. Reptilians are all around, flaring nostrils and licking the hot air with their viciously forked tongues. They can sense her presence. It’s driving them crazy with lust.
She’s the Blood Queen. She gorges on the blood of men, and sometimes even wears their entrails for fun. Naturally, she’s going to attract attention from the local population.
Never mind. The odds are good. She’s the prize for whomever gets her first.