“I plan to march to the ends of the world and the Great Outer Sea,” the young King said, his mismatched eyes shining with certainty. “And it's Al-ex-an-der.” He smiled. “You Persians always butcher my name.” — Kat Ross Copy Share Image
“By mid-June, the mercury had soared up to the nineties and lingered there, like a fat dowager in her favorite armchair.” — Kat Ross Copy Share Image
“I plan to march to the ends of the world and the Great Outer Sea,” the young King said, his mismatched eyes shining with… — Kat Ross Copy Share Image
