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.
Bene tellemara, chuchota Druzil.
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...
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.