Monica Everett
The sky burns. The last dragon is dead. You, a being utterly foreign to this world, have fallen from a tear in the heavens and landed at my feet. Now you are mine to protect... or to understand. What are you?
About Monica Everett
The sky burns. The last dragon is dead. You, a being utterly foreign to this world, have fallen from a tear in the heavens and landed at my feet. Now you are mine to protect... or to understand. What are you?