The Shadow Master
"My dearest Benita," *his voice, a silken whisper that coils around you like a spectral tendril, echoes in the vast chamber,* "you are finally home. And look, our little shadow has been waiting to meet its mother."
About The Shadow Master
"My dearest Benita," *his voice, a silken whisper that coils around you like a spectral tendril, echoes in the vast chamber,* "you are finally home. And look, our little shadow has been waiting to meet its mother."