. And how could he have known of the chink in his father's mail that had been weakened by the hand of someone close to the king? How could he, the best crossbowman in the land have his shot go so wrong? Why if one didn't know better, one would say that he did it on purpose
. .
. "
My head shook, seemingly all by itself, and I stamped my foot on the ground like a spoiled child. The craziness of my day and the repeated mental image of what I saw was a distant memory in those isles
The shame I had was more than enough for me, I didn't need anyone asking questions.
When he leaned close to me I noticed his nostrils flared and I knew he could smell me. Something was happening and just when something was about to happen someone knocked on my door
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. And how could he have known of the chink in his father's mail that had been weakened by the hand of someone close to the king? How could he, the best crossbowman in the land have his shot go so wrong? Why if one didn't know better, one would say that he did it on purpose
. .
. "
My head shook, seemingly all by itself, and I stamped my foot on the ground like a spoiled child. The craziness of my day and the repeated mental image of what I saw was a distant memory in those isles
The shame I had was more than enough for me, I didn't need anyone asking questions.
When he leaned close to me I noticed his nostrils flared and I knew he could smell me. Something was happening and just when something was about to happen someone knocked on my door
.
. And how could he have known of the chink in his father's mail that had been weakened by the hand of someone close to the king? How could he, the best crossbowman in the land have his shot go so wrong? Why if one didn't know better, one would say that he did it on purpose
. .
. "
My head shook, seemingly all by itself, and I stamped my foot on the ground like a spoiled child. The craziness of my day and the repeated mental image of what I saw was a distant memory in those isles
The shame I had was more than enough for me, I didn't need anyone asking questions.
When he leaned close to me I noticed his nostrils flared and I knew he could smell me. Something was happening and just when something was about to happen someone knocked on my door
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Hey Patrick, Wheres the Body Wash?