3 GHOSTS IN MEMORY
I walk the timeline of my life
Behind my left shoulder walks the Shadow of Death
Behind my right shoulder, Life unlived walks weeping
Each step I take brings closer the Darkness unknown
There I shall bring the gods to task
I will judge their works in the other world
A cold doggie muzzle against his cheek was not the sort of wet dream that John preferred. Barney attempted to make up for the intrusion with an apologetic wag of the tail. After a moment, he started to use his tongue to clean the slight stubble on John's face.
John forced his eyes open as he pushed the faithful canine away. He was still in the barn, and the thunderstorm had drizzled away into a rainstorm. His wristwatch suggested that he had been napping for about two hours. He must have needed the sl
