Braving The Storm - Elliott Rose Genre_Poetry tot de buitencategorie

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the very stones weep blood and there are sightings of giant wyrms

But Grandfather is no longer around

You know when to run

Bilbo Baggins

Braving The Storm - Elliott Rose Genre_Poetry tot de buitencategorieIm not supposed to feel this way To my family, Im only useful for one thing: my surname. Im Briar Lane. My fathers chess piece. A pawn to be traded. But all it took was a dirty secret stuffed in a jacket pocket to unravel my world and send me running to the one place I knew they would never find me: Crimson Ridge. I thought Id be starting over alone. I never expected to find my fathers adopted brother, the ex pro bull rider who consumes my space, and