The wind stilled a bit and he blinked the sand out of his eyes. Before him stood nothing less than the god of the Scrape — Erin Kellison, Bring Me a Dream
The wind stilled a bit and he blinked the sand out of his eyes. Before him stood nothing less than the god of the Scrape — Erin Kellison, Bring Me a Dream
The wind stilled a bit and he blinked the sand out of his eyes. Before him stood nothing less than the god of the Scrape — Erin Kellison, Bring Me a Dream
The wind stilled a bit and he blinked the sand out of his eyes. Before him stood nothing less than the god of the Scrape — Erin Kellison, Bring Me a Dream
The wind stilled a bit and he blinked the sand out of his eyes. Before him stood nothing less than the god of the Scrape — Erin Kellison, Bring Me a Dream
The wind stilled a bit and he blinked the sand out of his eyes. Before him stood nothing less than the god of the Scrape — Erin Kellison, Bring Me a Dream
The wind stilled a bit and he blinked the sand out of his eyes. Before him stood nothing less than the god of the Scrape — Erin Kellison, Bring Me a Dream
The wind stilled a bit and he blinked the sand out of his eyes. Before him stood nothing less than the god of the Scrape — Erin Kellison, Bring Me a Dream
The wind stilled a bit and he blinked the sand out of his eyes. Before him stood nothing less than the god of the Scrape — Erin Kellison, Bring Me a Dream
The wind stilled a bit and he blinked the sand out of his eyes. Before him stood nothing less than the god of the Scrape — Erin Kellison, Bring Me a Dream
The wind stilled a bit and he blinked the sand out of his eyes. Before him stood nothing less than the god of the Scrape — Erin Kellison, Bring Me a Dream
The wind stilled a bit and he blinked the sand out of his eyes. Before him stood nothing less than the god of the Scrape — Erin Kellison, Bring Me a Dream
The wind stilled a bit and he blinked the sand out of his eyes. Before him stood nothing less than the god of the Scrape — Erin Kellison, Bring Me a Dream
The wind stilled a bit and he blinked the sand out of his eyes. Before him stood nothing less than the god of the Scrape — Erin Kellison, Bring Me a Dream
The wind stilled a bit and he blinked the sand out of his eyes. Before him stood nothing less than the god of the Scrape — Erin Kellison, Bring Me a Dream
The wind stilled a bit and he blinked the sand out of his eyes. Before him stood nothing less than the god of the Scrape — Erin Kellison, Bring Me a Dream
The wind stilled a bit and he blinked the sand out of his eyes. Before him stood nothing less than the god of the Scrape — Erin Kellison, Bring Me a Dream
The wind stilled a bit and he blinked the sand out of his eyes. Before him stood nothing less than the god of the Scrape — Erin Kellison, Bring Me a Dream
The wind stilled a bit and he blinked the sand out of his eyes. Before him stood nothing less than the god of the Scrape — Erin Kellison, Bring Me a Dream
The wind stilled a bit and he blinked the sand out of his eyes. Before him stood nothing less than the god of the Scrape — Erin Kellison, Bring Me a Dream
The wind stilled a bit and he blinked the sand out of his eyes. Before him stood nothing less than the god of the Scrape — Erin Kellison, Bring Me a Dream
The wind stilled a bit and he blinked the sand out of his eyes. Before him stood nothing less than the god of the Scrape — Erin Kellison, Bring Me a Dream
The wind stilled a bit and he blinked the sand out of his eyes. Before him stood nothing less than the god of the Scrape — Erin Kellison, Bring Me a Dream
The wind stilled a bit and he blinked the sand out of his eyes. Before him stood nothing less than the god of the Scrape — Erin Kellison, Bring Me a Dream
The wind stilled a bit and he blinked the sand out of his eyes. Before him stood nothing less than the god of the Scrape — Erin Kellison, Bring Me a Dream
The wind stilled a bit and he blinked the sand out of his eyes. Before him stood nothing less than the god of the Scrape — Erin Kellison, Bring Me a Dream
The wind stilled a bit and he blinked the sand out of his eyes. Before him stood nothing less than the god of the Scrape — Erin Kellison, Bring Me a Dream
The wind stilled a bit and he blinked the sand out of his eyes. Before him stood nothing less than the god of the Scrape — Erin Kellison, Bring Me a Dream
The wind stilled a bit and he blinked the sand out of his eyes. Before him stood nothing less than the god of the Scrape — Erin Kellison, Bring Me a Dream
The wind stilled a bit and he blinked the sand out of his eyes. Before him stood nothing less than the god of the Scrape — Erin Kellison, Bring Me a Dream
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The wind stilled a bit and he blinked the sand out of his eyes. Before him stood nothing less than the god of the Scrape. It had to be a god. He was huge, muscled, hung like an elephant, and sandy gold, just like his domain.

— Erin Kellison, Bring Me a Dream
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