Interview: Ailchas PcKarræ
He stops talking and I am left to assume he’s not going to continue on to put better words around his answer.
I write every day whether I like it or not. In about three years I'll stop.
He stops talking and I am left to assume he’s not going to continue on to put better words around his answer.
She winked. “I had Janor add the sword to the back of the clasp. Turn your vest out and you’ll see your impractical butterfly.”
“Bees, maybe. Hornets or wasps, assuredly. But butterfles?” Ailchas asked. “It’s impractical.”