Very slowly, she peeked around the tree trunk. Saw a slim, petite figure, flanked by two very large, very dangerous-looking soldier of fortune types picking their way through the bodies and the rubble. "Amy?" Oh, God. It was Amy. "Get… — Cindy Gerard Copy Share Image
“She loved everything about the forest, from its perfectly contained cycle of life and death to the soft light that peeked through the tree branches.” — Christiana Miller Copy Share Image
