Cinder’s Strange Brew
“Aw c’mon Maeryll, this suuuucks.” Cinder’s sigh of exasperation was audible even above the hubbub and bustle of the Ribbon. Despite the late hour, the Silver Quarter was a veritable hive of activity, and nowhere was busier than the district’s main thoroughfare. Blocky drays laden with cargo and drawn by grunting beasts of burden plodded … Devamını oku