BlackWolf10 июня 2017В друзьяEvery entry was the same. To Pappa this was priceless - a means of creating something that would stand forever as a monument of pride and respectability. To Wull it was a prison of worlds - repetitive, rotting words.6 понравилось57
BlackWolf10 июня 2017В друзьяBut Wull could never think of the river as something living.6 понравилось27
BlackWolf10 июня 2017В друзья' It's cold .' Pappa laughed, releasing a stinging breeze of lakoris tobacco. ' That's no' cold.Cold is when yer eyeballs scratch when ye blink, when it hurts to breathe.Ye'll be Riverkeep soon. Ye'll get used to that quick enough.' ' I'm no ' Riverkeep yet,' said Wull. Never, he thought.6 понравилось6
BlackWolf10 июня 2017В друзьяIce meant winter and darkness, and for water-folk a new kind of danger.4 понравилось21