by Knight Errant » Tue Jan 06, 2009 4:16 pm
She slumps. "Fine..."
But looking up defiantly. "But I'm not staying here... you cant make me!"
O Muse!
Sing in me, and through me tell the story
Of that man skilled in all the ways of contending,
A wanderer, harried for years on end...
Click the eggs... feed the dragons.