“I’m fifteen years old,” I whispered into the fireplace. “How can I run a country?” Baclen didn’t look sympathetic. “You can start by getting dressed.” — Melody J. Bremen Copy Share Image
“You don’t reason with a monster running at you with two sharp blades. This isn’t a fairy tale where the beasts turn out to… — Melody J. Bremen Copy Share Image
“I’d figured out that it wasn’t just about food and shelter. Obviously, that was important, but it was the people that I met, the… — Melody J. Bremen Copy Share Image
“I’m fifteen years old,” I whispered into the fireplace. “How can I run a country?” Baclen didn’t look sympathetic. “You can start by getting… — Melody J. Bremen Copy Share Image
