Not a member of Pastebin yet?
Sign Up,
it unlocks many cool features!
- Seba got to his feet and rubbed his arms up and down. “I feel the cold
- these nights,” he muttered. “Perhaps I am not much longer for this world. In
- my youth I could sit through a freezing blizzard. Now…” The snow
- triggered a memory, and Seba changed tack. “Do you know the story of
- Perta Vin-Grahl?”
- ***
- The Saga of Larten Crepsley: Birth of a Killer, Chapter 18
Advertisement
Add Comment
Please, Sign In to add comment
