The Turtle: A Slave Dragging Its Chains
A creature that has circled the continent since before men existed to notice. A city grown into its shell. A prophecy no one can explain but everyone knows by heart.
A creature that has circled the continent since before men existed to notice. A city grown into its shell. A prophecy no one can explain but everyone knows by heart.
Writing has always been my thing. Other kids had the guitar, or football, or dance—mine was the pen; my way of being myself.