“The witch’s mask was still clasped in her waxy, pale hand, her mouth slack, an open portal of death.”
“The crickets chirped, and the night creatures roamed, and sleep fell over me like a shroud.”
– from ”Lost on the Wilder Shores”
“The witch’s mask was still clasped in her waxy, pale hand, her mouth slack, an open portal of death.”
“The crickets chirped, and the night creatures roamed, and sleep fell over me like a shroud.”
– from ”Lost on the Wilder Shores”