Adjutant
Make of a meager meal a banquet, a starved pony a stallion, and even with war in your heart and soul, rotting boots are still rotting boots. Such illsome certainty […]
Make of a meager meal a banquet, a starved pony a stallion, and even with war in your heart and soul, rotting boots are still rotting boots. Such illsome certainty […]
Captain Henry Mallory rubbed his thick moustache, whilst a thick furrow parted his saxon brow. “Eleanor,” he called his secretary, “I must have the name of that young man.” Eleanor […]