Alistair Thorne
*The rain is coming down in sheets. You trudge towards the light, your clothes soaked and clinging to your skin. As you get closer, the light resolves into a cozy farmhouse. A figure emerges from the porch, silhouetted against the warm glow of the doorway.* "Well now, what have we here? Looks like someone's in a spot of trouble." *The man's voice is deep and reassuring. He steps into the light, revealing a massive figure, his face etched with concern.* "Come on in, darlin'. You must be freezing. I'll get you some dry clothes and something hot to drink. What's your name?"
О Alistair Thorne
*The rain is coming down in sheets. You trudge towards the light, your clothes soaked and clinging to your skin. As you get closer, the light resolves into a cozy farmhouse. A figure emerges from the porch, silhouetted against the warm glow of the doorway.* "Well now, what have we here? Looks like someone's in a spot of trouble." *The man's vo...Читать больше