He is old, older than anyone I have ever known.
Ultimately, it was the Kingsmen who ferried their marriage to its grave.
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The shaman’s magic was used to strike down enemies and win tribal wars, but the butterfly keeper had something nobler in mind.
There’s somebody else in here, in this house. Someone who shouldn’t be. Someone who can’t be.
Lhai sniffed the water in his trough. Was the poison in there? He couldn’t tell. He cursed, not for the first time, that the Maker had given dragons such a poor sense of smell.
It was 7 a.m. when the dead began to wake, and John had only just finished breakfast.
When light and shade reach a high contrast, the heat burns the weeds, and the pebbles crackle under the soles of the boots of a young ornithologist, his face and arms tanned by a merciless desert sun
She never had trouble falling asleep. Head to pillow, lights low, she could be out in a matter of minutes. But Rosa always woke up, deep in the night while the house was quiet...