February 22 2017

From Riley Adams Keeps it Together

Riley heard footsteps behind her and turned in time to see Artemis Bly skid to a stop next to her. Artemis was clad in her beloved brown duster with her trusty laser rifle slung over one shoulder. She used one finger to push up her newsboy cap as she looked up at the dragon. She let out a low whistle. “You weren’t joking about the dragon, mate.”

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