“If he gave me a knife, he thought I’d need it. And not for digging up roots and hacking tree bark, either. Know its purpose, indeed. “It fits my hand,” I said, looking down and stroking the small groove that… — An Echo in the Bone Copy Share Image
“If he gave me a knife, he thought I’d need it. And not for digging up roots and hacking tree bark, either. Know its… — An Echo in the Bone Copy Share Image
“I shall be lucky to be buried at all, Sassenach. Much more likely I shall be drowned, burnt, or left to rot on some… — An Echo in the Bone Copy Share Image
