With an arse-and-a-half in every 200k block.
Friday, October 02, 2009
Don't blame me, I'm just the messenger..
Her eyes were dark birds in fresh snow. They were the birds' shadows, they were mirrors, they were the legends on old charts. They were antique armour and the tears of dragons.
Bugger her eyes. MY EYES I TELL YOU
yes, a published book.
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