Bene tellemara, chuchota Druzil.
The black of the ocean waves was the color of the sorrow in my breast, a sorrow that was never far away and always visible.
He wore a tiny turquoise stud earring I always associated with Dungeons and Dragons types. Men who own ferrets and think magic tricks are cool.
He sighed and opened the black box and took out his rings and slipped them on. Another box held a set of knives and Klatchian steel, their blades darkened with lamp black. Various cunning and intricat...