The Lighthouse at Blackwater Hall
THE LIGHTHOUSE AT BLACKWATER HALL Chapter I The candle blew out on its own, and Arthur Blackwood watched the wisp of smoke curl toward the candlestick ceiling like a prayer that had been answered by someone who did not understand the words. He was seventeen today. Seven days from his eighteenth birthday, according to the old calendar in the hall. Seven days, and the candle would take him, just...
0 Commentaires 0 Parts 2 Vue 0 Aperçu