Last chances
David corwin bradley, get that fucking smirk out of your eyes. what are you smiling about?" the retriever coughed, and shifted uncomfortably. "nothing, sir." "nothing?" "well. they were on target, sir."
Chapter the Seventh: Ambitions
"so you left" corwin said, "before their siege on mariath? would that not leave the city at a strategic disadvantage, its rulers fleeing in the face of combat?"
Kicking Up a Row
David corwin bradley. serial number—" “stop." she bit his muzzle to silence him.