"He never sees the seven-inch army knife FLIP betwixt her scarred fingers..."
Exactly-- that's just the sort of thing you have to be alert for-- at the grocery store, or when you're restocking your birdfeeder, or just walking around, really... 😅
House Hightower and I are indebted to you, Ser Criston.
Your words speak louder than a thousand crimson suns, setting over Dragonstone, once we reclaim our territory from Rhaenyra and her treasonous cousins.
"He never sees the seven-inch army knife FLIP betwixt her scarred fingers..."
Exactly-- that's just the sort of thing you have to be alert for-- at the grocery store, or when you're restocking your birdfeeder, or just walking around, really... 😅
HAHA, only be on red alert when she's nearby, dear Mark.
Amazing narration...so intense!
Thank youuuu, my dear ^_^.
👏👏👏
Dark Chocolat needs to go on tour!
She’ll just get a shitload of sequels and end up direct-to-video.
Now I greedily want Part 3. This was everything, my mind has been reset.
She’ll become a franchise.
Wait for Dark Chocolat 10: Chocolat in Space.
This is THE shit. A quick whip-crack to the mind with your unmatched poetic prowess.
Bravo, Ser. 👏
House Hightower and I are indebted to you, Ser Criston.
Your words speak louder than a thousand crimson suns, setting over Dragonstone, once we reclaim our territory from Rhaenyra and her treasonous cousins.
May this inspire all dancers.
Sans the violence/murder part, Neth. Lol.
Thank you for the read ^_^.
Brilliant, Edward!
Thank you so much ^_^
I thought you knew I have an old, South Dakota man living inside my voicebox?!