Who is Like God?
by B.E. Scully: At first he hadn’t noticed the source of the bright crimson drops splattering the snow and then seeping outward through the first slush of spring. He had been too surprised to find this shock of life here [...]
by B.E. Scully: At first he hadn’t noticed the source of the bright crimson drops splattering the snow and then seeping outward through the first slush of spring. He had been too surprised to find this shock of life here [...]