ShutterChemist:
Abandoned
ShutterChemist:
derailed
ShutterChemist:
bolt
ShutterChemist:
crossing Elkhorn
ShutterChemist:
The Mate of Winter's Wind
ShutterChemist:
High Road over Elkhorn
ShutterChemist:
Winter Feed
ShutterChemist:
poison will bloom in the dead of a winter afternoon
ShutterChemist:
the work and the glory
ShutterChemist:
"One on a side./It comes to little more"
ShutterChemist:
I'll miss your warm breath against my ear.
ShutterChemist:
tenacious november is january's bride