Are you the jealous type, my dear Silver? You need not be. I bide my time in the arms of others only because you continue to refuse me. When will you end my suffering? And dare I say, yours?
Are you the jealous type, my dear Silver? You need not be. I bide my time in the arms of others only because you continue to refuse me. When will you end my suffering? And dare I say, yours?FROM A LETTER ADDRESSED TO LORD SILVER
The crowd parted easily for Jack. They seemed as eager to watch the match as his friends did. Jack squeezed between the wooden beams marking the perimeter of the ring and stepped into the middle of the dirty pit.
The ground was hard-packed soil pounded into a floor-like surface by a thousand relentless boot heels.
It couldn’t be more than five meters from one end to the oth
