My Storytelling Mind

Master of Birds by Rene Aigner She never spoke. He supposed the biggest reason for that was the cumbersome mask that covered the majority of her face. There were few precious moments when her eyes could tell him enough - they sparkled when she might have laughed, drooped in disappointment, and narrowed with dissatisfaction. He could read her when no one else could, which was why she chose him as her lieutenant. And he loved her. Find this blurb on Pinterest !

The funeral had gone well; she watched from a hiding spot in the trees, draped in heavy black. The ravens reported the details of the event - who was there, who wasn't there, what everyone refused to say - and she found herself smirking through the rest of the day. How could no one see that he was murdered? Find this blurb on Pinterest !