“What’s it like, for you to sense me?” she asked. Her eyes were wide now, emerald green in the lamplight and peering into Héyowan.He blushed, taken off guard. ‘Like I’m not alone,’ he almost said.”
B.T. Lowry“What’s it like, for you to sense me?” she asked. Her eyes were wide now, emerald green in the lamplight and peering into Héyowan.He blushed, taken off guard. ‘Like I’m not alone,’ he almost said.”
B.T. Lowry, Fire from the Overworld