Leia Mais
The Iron Bird in the Cage
I.
The smoke over Whitby had not yet cleared when the Persephone turned away.
Captain Rick Hunter...
The Whitmore Dispatch
The jazz from below was too loud for a man who needed to think.
Thomas Whitmore sat at his desk...
The Ashes of Blackmoor
Act I - The Lamp in the Dark
The fog came down over London like a shroud on the morning Arthur...
Oil and Ashes
The rain in Los Angeles does not wash things clean. It makes everything wetter.
I lost on...
Blackwood Manor
I.
The river didn't care about deeds. It never had.
Blackwood Manor sat on the bluffs above the...