Quintas strode around the art gallery, his gray gloved hands neatly folded behind his back, his silver rimed glasses perched perfectly on his Romanesque nose. There were indeed several objects of interest here, just as Cleo had said there would be. He hadn’t found the one he was looking for exactly yet, but he wasContinue reading “Jack-Jaw Brings the Flame Pt. 1”
Raven at the Writing Desk 