“Thunder bellowed, barely audible above the explosion of wind and wave. How did this tiny brig withstand such a beating? Surely the timbers would burst any moment, splintering and filling the room with the mad gush of the sea. Locking… — MaryLu Tyndall Copy Share Image
“A storm began to brew within Faith. "Why no, Mr Waite. I have only just begun.” — MaryLu Tyndall Copy Share Image
“Suppressing a chuckle, Dajon leaned and peered intently into her eyes. "What are you doing?" she snapped. "Trying to see if there are two… — MaryLu Tyndall Copy Share Image
“Thunder bellowed, barely audible above the explosion of wind and wave. How did this tiny brig withstand such a beating? Surely the timbers would… — MaryLu Tyndall Copy Share Image
