“What…do I want?” Ruka put his hands to his awful face and closed his golden eyes, shuddering with what could have been… — Richard Nell Copy Share Image
“I mean, I know you’re a scribe and all, but you were at point blank range, Johnny. A child could have made that shot.… — Richard Nell Copy Share Image
“What…do I want?” Ruka put his hands to his awful face and closed his golden eyes, shuddering with what could have been a laugh,… — Richard Nell Copy Share Image
