Living the 3 R's – Reading, Writing, Reviewing
In truth he was achingly beautiful with an ethereal masculinity that epitomized divine intervention. As if he was sculpted by the gods themselves. His dark gray suit cut perfectly to showcase his physique. Broad shoulders topped a torso that tapered down to a trim waist that was encircled by an elaborate scabbard, empty, as it…
There was only one other person she had trusted to care for this little warrior. The man that was responsible for the babe being here in the first place. Little Kaylub would need a protector until she was ready to take on the gods themselves.
Either way, this was the day I had been trained to withstand. An experience unlike any other I’ve had before. Different from any other who stood in this hall have experienced. This was to be the last day anyone’s eyes would fall upon my naked face for the foreseeable future.