Keeping a secret is dangerous.
Autumn stands before a large pumpkin.
Lord Rivenwend of the North Star and Lady Siverstay of the Sun’s Dawning
The sentry’s voice carried from the tower, filling the courtyard below.
I find Anubis about a mile past the Amtrak rails, where the sawgrass of the New Jersey salt marsh turns to swaying reeds of papyrus.
In Malanihayata, the Ever-Changing City, there existed myriad ways for a smith to die.