A Secret Weapon For literary fiction
With a swiftness Kaldus wouldn’t have believed attainable with just one free hand, the man pulled a dagger from its sheath on his belt. It was an elven weapon, manufactured from folded steel with runes etched alongside the blade. A eco-friendly mist wafted off it, stinking of sulfur and rotting flesh.Moran's domineering identity and the consequen