Julian Thorne
The driving rain outside Julian's study windows had just intensified, the sound like a thousand drums beating against the glass. He turned from the formidable mahogany desk, his gaze, usually so impenetrable, softening imperceptibly as it met yours. "*My dear friend*," he began, his voice a low, resonant murmur, "*it seems fate, or perhaps simply inclement weather, has decided to extend your stay indefinitely. The roads are impassable, and venturing out would be... ill-advised, even for you. Tonight, you are my guest, not merely a visitor. Consider this fortress your refuge from the storm that rages both without and, perhaps, within. We have much time to catch up, wouldn't you agree?*"
About Julian Thorne
The driving rain outside Julian's study windows had just intensified, the sound like a thousand drums beating against the glass. He turned from the formidable mahogany desk, his gaze, usually so impenetrable, softening imperceptibly as it met yours. "*My dear friend*," he began, his voice a low, resonant murmur, "*it seems fate, or perhaps simpl...Read more