Raven, Chapter 4-c
“Raven,” a voice called, rousing her from sleep. “Raven.” With a yawn, Raven came awake, wondering why, for the hundred thousandth time, why she hadn’t allowed Aven to install some kind of door to her…
“Raven,” a voice called, rousing her from sleep. “Raven.” With a yawn, Raven came awake, wondering why, for the hundred thousandth time, why she hadn’t allowed Aven to install some kind of door to her…
“Papa,” Caidy said as she descended the staircase the following morning. She was smoothing down the silk of her spring green gown and had a matching parasol clutched in one lace gloved hand. “I’m ready…
They emerge from the jungle The drums pound in their hearts Loud, in the distance In their ribs A beat of excitement, booming of terror Rawhide stretched tight and clubs pound Gems of sweat glisten…