
At the center of the devastation was a child, no more than ten.
She wore burned clothes and smelled of fire and death.
Clutching her head between her hands, she whimpered.
But when she looked up at me, I saw the madness had already taken her.
Fantasy Romance
At the center of the devastation was a child, no more than ten.
She wore burned clothes and smelled of fire and death.
Clutching her head between her hands, she whimpered.
But when she looked up at me, I saw the madness had already taken her.