( Be It Ever So Humble )

( Message in a Bottle )

Smith had to practically jog to keep up with the Kurdy's long legged strides. "You have to listen ( Read more... )

He stood on the quay, his expression uncertain. The water was gun metal gray, making it hard to tell where the horizon ended and the overcast sky began. The last time he'd seen water that color, he'd been falling ( Read more... )