SeymourF

“You should’ve known better.” Mistendol turned away from the pavilions that lined the treetops to cast a scowl Norica’s way. “This was by design.” She shrugged and shook her head, her thick mass of h...

Rygos stood back from the wall so as to determine the proportions of the painting now hung upon the alabaster wall. It was the newest addition to his collection, and the symmetry at which it hung was ...