“This path is so worn it could lead to my bedchamber.” said the King.
The fabled forest was not large, verdant, or even mysterious. It looked like the type of spot where one might piss.
“Thanks, but no thanks. I’ve seen enough of human nature.”
“I’m to marry. Life is a tiresome affair.”
“Dragons are worms. I find them sad.”
The Blood Wars would cost the lives of thousands. It began over a bird.
The flower and the effects of its scent became legendary.
Shame is a fire, burning my core. Her name was Rena Davis, and I was the one who gave her the name of “Old Black Pig.”