They’d murdered his brother and laughed. Akeyo Labisi, his friends, those Ilaris. He knew their faces and would know them until he died.
They’d murdered his brother and laughed. Akeyo Labisi, his friends, those Ilaris. He knew their faces and would know them until he died.
Your cozy literary sweater will reveal itself when the time is right, wrapping you in the warmth of a good story once more.
Since I've always loved apocalyptic movies, I've often wondered which tropes me and my friends would fall under if we found ourselves in an apocalypse-type situation
Kuku had successfully brought over the majority of the Assembly to his line of thinking with a combination of articulate arguments and timely assassinations.
The clergyman sounded solemn. His words would certainly cut deep, spoken in a slow, grating baritone that punctuated every consonant and elaborated every vowel.
Without a schedule, Noah's Ark would never have been built. Without a schedule, the Pyramids wouldn't exist. In fact, without a schedule, some of us wouldn't be born
Anyway, moral lesson? Beware neck-wrangling elves. They are everywhere. And Santa should retire.