He wanted to give me a blade? What’s wrong with that?” “Blades,” he whispered, “and sheaths go together. And your sheath will only ever hold my blade.
He wanted to give me a blade? What’s wrong with that?” “Blades,”
He wanted to give me a blade? What’s wrong with that?” “Blades,” he whispered, “and sheaths go together. And your sheath will only ever hold my blade.
