The air quakes, shivers into the dreams of those who went before, of water shining, of home lights glowing, of arms reaching for them as they fell, panting into empty sand
It had been hundreds of years yet he still saw the witch’s face. Passing in the street, on the job, out at bars – yeah, the bars really helped him to see his witch’s face again.
The air quakes, shivers into the dreams of those who went before, of water shining, of home lights glowing, of arms reaching for them as they fell, panting into empty sand
It had been hundreds of years yet he still saw the witch’s face. Passing in the street, on the job, out at bars – yeah, the bars really helped him to see his witch’s face again.