Lost in the cold fogs of the Antipodean winter, my long-term project clock fills. There’s enough scoundrels here to start my own penal colony.
Lost in the cold fogs of the Antipodean winter, my long-term project clock fills.
Lost in the cold fogs of the Antipodean winter, my long-term project clock fills.
Jelly! Ulf Ironborn is still without his prize.
The dice can be cruel. But we had a few more clocks on our project than most. But I have faith.
An impressive arrangment of beautiful books. cool!
Mountain Blades Are Bereft
Well, if the Blades won’t move to the Mountain…