Words of the Gods

The Hunt, Part II

The air smelled of fire, burnt things, and something else. An earthy sandalwood aroma drifted
in the air. Gods damn, was that the Captain? Surely he could not smell as delicious as he looked.

Leave The Light On

Without question, every breakdown is a doorway for something better, and this is mine! Because the local mortals know I work with herbs and oils, it’s time for me to seize the day.

Return

“Things will always try to come between us and fight to tear us apart, but it won’t matter, they’ll fail. They’ll have to. The only thing I care about is you and our daughter. In the end, that will always bring me back to you.”

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