Chapter Eleven The Gaedling Goblin The balmy air of summer warmed his toughened skin, the singular shaft of sunlight piercing the shield of his eyelid like it wasn't even there. He groaned, rolled to his left, and promptly fell like a stone to the floor, trapped in sheets he'd contorted himself into while sleeping.
A Midwestern Yankee... (Chapter 11)
A Midwestern Yankee... (Chapter 11)
A Midwestern Yankee... (Chapter 11)
Chapter Eleven The Gaedling Goblin The balmy air of summer warmed his toughened skin, the singular shaft of sunlight piercing the shield of his eyelid like it wasn't even there. He groaned, rolled to his left, and promptly fell like a stone to the floor, trapped in sheets he'd contorted himself into while sleeping.