The Gates
Sasha loved the Gates. They were older than memory or record, if the old ones could be believed, though they … Continue reading The Gates
Sasha loved the Gates. They were older than memory or record, if the old ones could be believed, though they … Continue reading The Gates
Bluing was it’s favorite time of waking. The sand, brilliant white for so many matings, took on the hue of … Continue reading First Contact