Torsade Literary Space Haunt of Thieves: part six
Haunt of Thieves Part Six The Betoe’l-fowl awakens weak-eyed On moonless nights she leaves her nest And skulking to her mates, she fans her Stinking feathers, peers with a predatory glint (By dark inches like standing stones bewitched, beneath the starlight they three creep) She hears a busy, wrathful peep, a tick, […]