Dennis, His Missus, Or Something Else
“Dennis. Dennis? Dennis!” “You’re very shrill when you get tired, you know.” This, mostly likely, did not represent the best response in the given moment. He’d…
The lengths we go to...
Night time. Or it could have been day. Noone can tell down here. A scuttling sound. His grip tightened on the pommel of his sword. He turned swiftly on one…