maya

14%
Flag icon
The hoot came again, and Harry felt it settle into his chest and fill his heart. A child of the suburbs, he had never been so close to such wildness and had not known it would stir such feeling in him. He would have called it happiness if someone had asked him. But there was nobody to do so. Harry walked the trail to a small
The Music of Bees
Rate this book
Clear rating
Open Preview