Zacharias’ story had been intended to fill me, all of us, with some sort of courage. But instead of increasing my resolve about the trial before me, my brain buzzed with questions. About Jade. About Stonemore. But more than anything, about that panther. It seemed like a tale most of the men had h...
Along each roughly hewn wall, books piled up in tall stacks. A little man sat at a tiny desk in the corner of the room. The stubby fingers of one hand gripped the side of the desk, the other a feather quill. He hunched over his work, his pen scratching madly at the page beneath it. “Hello?” I a...