Subgalaxia: Ch 7

“What do you mean you’re not Eoin of the Fyskar?” Corbin yelled.  The hell. Who was this man? White hair hung limply to the man’s thighs.  A massive gold torc circled his thick neck. The kilt had been changed for a pair of jeans, and very little else remained to cover the bulk of him.  … Continue reading Subgalaxia: Ch 7