Sean McCann

Her beauty was so divine as to make me think she’d been cut from a portrait of the holy mother.

to the nation. If there were some misstep

Saya hung her head, lowering her gaze to the top of her desk.

Fatal Familial Insomnia

These influential figures were all worried that they might be massacred here, and their bodies discarded in the mountains, as to prevent them from interfering with his rule. No one had explained to them the reason for gathering, so you could hardly blame them for thinking that.

I noticed a somewhat complicated expression on Julius’s face.