“You stole my kill,” the ninja said. He stood a scant five-six, up to my shoulders, and wore armor plates over dark-gray clothing that hugged…
Tell me I'm pretty
“You stole my kill,” the ninja said. He stood a scant five-six, up to my shoulders, and wore armor plates over dark-gray clothing that hugged…
Hi, I’m Casey Matthews. I write about wizards and stuff. I like three things in a story: being made to think, to feel, and to…