She slapped me. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I’d known she wanted to slap me since the day I told her the music was bad.
Tag: book blogging
This Textured Darkness, #61
There was no disguising the dew on her feet or the altered expression in her eyes.
This Textured Darkness, #29
Milo Janket, or Milo the Lantern as he was called in Marsh Wool, stood before the throne, trying not to soil his breeches.
