She walked to the oaken doors with the grace of a large cat.
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Flight, Chapter Seventy One
Chapter 71 “I have poisoned the King. As well as his councilor. The Warrior sent by the Shautu isn’t dead, but in the dungeons. He may be… Read more “Flight, Chapter Seventy One”
Flight, Chapter Sixty Seven
The shadows woke, gathering around her like snakes.
Flight, Chapter Fifty One
Bridon can’t be bought.
Flight, Chapter Forty Nine
A feral nature lucked beneath her beautiful face, a twisted spirit clothed in magnificent skin.
Flight, Chapter Forty Six
Quinn wasn’t destined to live in a kingly palace, but he could smell rain.
Big Pete, 1889-1929
“His death broke the cold snap.”
Frank Wallace, AKA “Stubby”
He was lucky the doctors had been able to save his arm. He was lucky to be alive.
Joan Spilman 