“We’ve been sittin’ out ‘ere all Arien night, Cas. Ain’t caught a glimpse o’ nothin’ ‘cept frostbite!” Joseph sat on the cold stone floor of the cave, his head nestled in his hands. Before him was a jagged, old knife and a piece of malformed wood that was supposedĀ to be a horse. It looked […]
Go to post pageAugust 2nd, 2014 by Casimir