Đi vào, Martise.
Come in, Martise.” Silhara’s voice was almost sibilant in the darkness as he tagged on her hand. “There are no soul eaters here.” No, she thought. Only heart thieves.
Grace Draven, Master of Crows
Đi vào, Martise.
Come in, Martise.” Silhara’s voice was almost sibilant in the darkness as he tagged on her hand. “There are no soul eaters here.” No, she thought. Only heart thieves.
Grace Draven, Master of Crows