"Not 'rarf', it's a ball. Can you say 'ball'?" "ARF! ARF ARF RARARARF! ARF!" I sighed. "This is pointless." The Faylan shook his head while blowing a raspberry. I looked at Tiff, who was lounging on a Romanesque couch under a simple shelter of woven branches, reading. "So what is this thing?" I a...
Shaw For Melissa M, my bug-bug. She knows why. He was Nathan's horse. He was from the moment they saw each other. He was a huge, black Friesian stallion, with an arched neck and massive hairy hooves, fighting his lead and snorting as he was taken out of the trailer and onto the set where they wer...