CH 90 - Pruritus
“Like scales,” she hissed. “Like a molting dragon.”
“Like scales,” she hissed. “Like a molting dragon.”
Book 3 of Last Train Home
This year is off to an awful start, but that won't stop me from completing my goals. It's mostly the usual: write, edit, and publish one or two books. First, I should remind people that I have stripped my books from Amazon, as I have been
Watching Eisbaer work Local provided some entertainment, as Vallens settled ver own affairs and prepared to make the trek downstairs. This wasn’t that kind of inn (or hardly one deserving the name), but it lacked a dumbwaiter, a handy little chute through which guests could dump their dishes. Like