“If the jewels in the backside of the earth’s crust could sparkle down on us any brighter, they would still pale to her inexhaustible beauty,” said Sage, the sixteen-year-old Huldra. He leaned against a pathetic gnarled tree, just taller than a bush, watching their small herd of four ugly goats. Sage’s brown fox-like tail causally […]
Published on November 17, 2019 06:40