The yellow pools of light from swinging lanterns dimly lit the corridors. Long dark shadows clung to archways. Not a torch ruffled the blackness strangling the isolated pools of light, not a sound disturbed the silence.
Miaoo- ended in a dull thud. Muffled curses came from a particularly black patch of shadow. ‘Not now, Sugarplum! You [...]
The Nailbiting Adventures of Rose Trellis, Asthmatic Assassin
The Hills Have Eyes…?
His eyes surveyed the hills. They crawled…
