Whiskey glasses and pending apologies, may our downfall be our quest to redemption. The Old Gods will return.
Short Extracts: Soul Articulation
As though a raging wind were howling through the cracks within the walls…
Short Extracts: Awakening
Cravings and aches. Uncontrollable hunger…I live in torment.
In-Cum-Nito
The testosterone is high and the bourbon’s on standby.
