Thirteen-Twenty It should have been an easy case. It was simple and clear cut, somebody feeling hard done to over shadows of the past, and grievances...
Magic—The Gathering Innistrad was weary, he’d travelled—first he went to the Devil’s Causeway and played his pipes across the water. He played the ‘...
The Colour Purple Ruth screwed up her nose and looked at herself in the mirror. ‘Do I look like a tart?’ ‘Oh yes, no doubt about it,’ said her friend...