Chevenga had come to the level of the fessas Gods. Each level he stepped up to had the whole building somehow coming alive with Him. The loincloth was soaked a darker gold, from sweat, and new sweat shone on his skin. But as he faced Risae He stopped. I could see him tremble from where I stood.
"If I were him, I'd be scared shenless," Gannara whispered.
"Hush, lad," Sera Eren said. She'd
Published on August 09, 2010 21:33