A’a. That’s what Sai called it. Dane crawled from one ebon rock to another, gritting his teeth. This stuff was nasty sharp. He’d slipped earlier and cut his leg a little. Now he wished he was wearing gloves, because even gripping these things for support was like holding the wrong end of a knife. “You … Continue reading Encountering the Dragon in Brekh’cha
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