Harry and Jorge (pt 2)
Hey Harry!” It was the kind of jovial voice that cut through the babble of a crowd with ease. Harry’s hands were still grouping weakly for the door but now…
Hey Harry!” It was the kind of jovial voice that cut through the babble of a crowd with ease. Harry’s hands were still grouping weakly for the door but now…
Harry Smithers thought he know what sweating was. A long walk in the wet Havana heat was just about as sweat inducing an action as one could take, in his…
In a dreary town in England, there was born a little boy who was prophesied to defeat the most powerful warlock of all time. Unfortunately the boy’s parents…