“Players rested under that huge root among rotten woods and polished rocks on the Portal Cove beach. Ocean smell and dull sun made this break pleasant and refreshing.” — J.M.K. Walkow Copy Share Image
“Thunder, showers hit Blue Earth. Gape at her, bloody, broken parts, can you track her clouds - a clever farce of sky and sun” — J.M.K. Walkow Copy Share Image
“Fred prepared a board game he had created for the entire family to play. And they did.” — J.M.K. Walkow Copy Share Image
“A refreshing west coast breeze carried a few clouds toward the main door of the car shop by the ocean's rocky beach on the… — J.M.K. Walkow Copy Share Image
“Sunday was a day when players could not dispatch their doubles. Instead, clones went to the garage, where they studied educational ...” — J.M.K. Walkow Copy Share Image
“However, he either could growl without meaning, like a monster, or stay silent and keep his ideas to himself.” — J.M.K. Walkow Copy Share Image
“Jumping Rabbits played against Stinky Frogs and the winner took on Purple Rats immediately after. Blazing Night had constructed ...” — J.M.K. Walkow Copy Share Image
“All parts of his body, the circuit and flesh, required rest. Not that anything had gone wrong.” — J.M.K. Walkow Copy Share Image
“Rabbits lost their temper and one jumped on a Frog's head and smashed it against the grass.” — J.M.K. Walkow Copy Share Image
“Players rested under that huge root among rotten woods and polished rocks on the Portal Cove beach. Ocean smell and dull sun made this… — J.M.K. Walkow Copy Share Image
“Adelaide could not stop thinking about Blazing Night. How much she loved to play with her. How often her games and tournaments were the… — J.M.K. Walkow Copy Share Image
“Bruce worked very hard on an obscure document about prophecy and how some people could experience events that were later realized. Scientists did not… — J.M.K. Walkow Copy Share Image
“The hall door, beside which Rob worked that dreary noon, looked very old; its weathered brown paint was carved by long black lines left… — J.M.K. Walkow Copy Share Image
“Heat and dryness frightens me, like skeletal shapes of war, two of them look doomed and challenge the peace blazing.” — J.M.K. Walkow Copy Share Image
