Jun 26

Darting a sideways glance at the one who wasn’t pushing him forward at just the right pace to jar his twisted knee and bruise his flinching feet, he met the gimlet gaze of a man who looked ready and willing to hit him for even looking like he might be thinking something insulting. Daniel swallowed and decided raked gravel was way more interesting than he’d ever given it credit for up until now. Just look at those striations, almost shell-like, those little spits of stone so pale in the moonlight, and what kind of stone was this anyway…?