V-11: The Gothic Bloom
(Gothic Style) The Blackwood Academy sat upon a jagged cliff overlooking the Moors, a place where the rain did not merely fall; it wept. The sky was a permanent bruise of violet and charcoal, and the wind howled through the gargoyles like a choir of the damned. In this house of shadows, Julian was a creature of the periphery, a boy who preferred the company of dust-covered grimoires to the...
0 Reacties 0 aandelen 4 Views 0 voorbeeld