Kondric stood beside the skimmer for a moment, looking back at his warriors. They shouted and banged their swords on their shields. He raised his hand in farewell, and followed Violet into the cabin.
“[…] I feel I'm getting an old man now; and my business is very risksome, when the waves are high, and the wind blows hard, and only a cockleshell of a boat between me and eternity; so we're right to lay something by for you, in case ill should come to me.”
If a campus was a green quadrilateral described by hulking, hederated Gothics, then this was a campus.
“How is my sexy chocolate?” Mark says on the other end.
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