It was a hot, moist armpit of a night... — Mike Carey, The Naming of the Beasts
It was a hot, moist armpit of a night... — Mike Carey, The Naming of the Beasts
It was a hot, moist armpit of a night... — Mike Carey, The Naming of the Beasts
It was a hot, moist armpit of a night... — Mike Carey, The Naming of the Beasts
It was a hot, moist armpit of a night... — Mike Carey, The Naming of the Beasts
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It was a hot, moist armpit of a night...

— Mike Carey, The Naming of the Beasts
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