The wind is made of haunting souls that moan and groan in whistles and whispers. This ghostly choir chills the breeze an — Richelle E. Goodrich, Slaying Dragons
The wind is made of haunting souls that moan and groan in whistles and whispers. This ghostly choir chills the breeze an — Richelle E. Goodrich, Slaying Dragons
The wind is made of haunting souls that moan and groan in whistles and whispers. This ghostly choir chills the breeze an — Richelle E. Goodrich, Slaying Dragons
The wind is made of haunting souls that moan and groan in whistles and whispers. This ghostly choir chills the breeze an — Richelle E. Goodrich, Slaying Dragons
The wind is made of haunting souls that moan and groan in whistles and whispers. This ghostly choir chills the breeze an — Richelle E. Goodrich, Slaying Dragons
The wind is made of haunting souls that moan and groan in whistles and whispers. This ghostly choir chills the breeze an — Richelle E. Goodrich, Slaying Dragons
The wind is made of haunting souls that moan and groan in whistles and whispers. This ghostly choir chills the breeze an — Richelle E. Goodrich, Slaying Dragons
The wind is made of haunting souls that moan and groan in whistles and whispers. This ghostly choir chills the breeze an — Richelle E. Goodrich, Slaying Dragons
The wind is made of haunting souls that moan and groan in whistles and whispers. This ghostly choir chills the breeze an — Richelle E. Goodrich, Slaying Dragons
The wind is made of haunting souls that moan and groan in whistles and whispers. This ghostly choir chills the breeze an — Richelle E. Goodrich, Slaying Dragons
The wind is made of haunting souls that moan and groan in whistles and whispers. This ghostly choir chills the breeze an — Richelle E. Goodrich, Slaying Dragons
The wind is made of haunting souls that moan and groan in whistles and whispers. This ghostly choir chills the breeze an — Richelle E. Goodrich, Slaying Dragons
The wind is made of haunting souls that moan and groan in whistles and whispers. This ghostly choir chills the breeze an — Richelle E. Goodrich, Slaying Dragons
The wind is made of haunting souls that moan and groan in whistles and whispers. This ghostly choir chills the breeze an — Richelle E. Goodrich, Slaying Dragons
The wind is made of haunting souls that moan and groan in whistles and whispers. This ghostly choir chills the breeze an — Richelle E. Goodrich, Slaying Dragons
The wind is made of haunting souls that moan and groan in whistles and whispers. This ghostly choir chills the breeze an — Richelle E. Goodrich, Slaying Dragons
The wind is made of haunting souls that moan and groan in whistles and whispers. This ghostly choir chills the breeze an — Richelle E. Goodrich, Slaying Dragons
The wind is made of haunting souls that moan and groan in whistles and whispers. This ghostly choir chills the breeze an — Richelle E. Goodrich, Slaying Dragons
The wind is made of haunting souls that moan and groan in whistles and whispers. This ghostly choir chills the breeze an — Richelle E. Goodrich, Slaying Dragons
The wind is made of haunting souls that moan and groan in whistles and whispers. This ghostly choir chills the breeze an — Richelle E. Goodrich, Slaying Dragons
The wind is made of haunting souls that moan and groan in whistles and whispers. This ghostly choir chills the breeze an — Richelle E. Goodrich, Slaying Dragons
The wind is made of haunting souls that moan and groan in whistles and whispers. This ghostly choir chills the breeze an — Richelle E. Goodrich, Slaying Dragons
The wind is made of haunting souls that moan and groan in whistles and whispers. This ghostly choir chills the breeze an — Richelle E. Goodrich, Slaying Dragons
The wind is made of haunting souls that moan and groan in whistles and whispers. This ghostly choir chills the breeze an — Richelle E. Goodrich, Slaying Dragons
The wind is made of haunting souls that moan and groan in whistles and whispers. This ghostly choir chills the breeze an — Richelle E. Goodrich, Slaying Dragons
The wind is made of haunting souls that moan and groan in whistles and whispers. This ghostly choir chills the breeze an — Richelle E. Goodrich, Slaying Dragons
The wind is made of haunting souls that moan and groan in whistles and whispers. This ghostly choir chills the breeze an — Richelle E. Goodrich, Slaying Dragons
The wind is made of haunting souls that moan and groan in whistles and whispers. This ghostly choir chills the breeze an — Richelle E. Goodrich, Slaying Dragons
The wind is made of haunting souls that moan and groan in whistles and whispers. This ghostly choir chills the breeze an — Richelle E. Goodrich, Slaying Dragons
The wind is made of haunting souls that moan and groan in whistles and whispers. This ghostly choir chills the breeze an — Richelle E. Goodrich, Slaying Dragons
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The wind is made of haunting souls that moan and groan in whistles and whispers. This ghostly choir chills the breeze and orchestrates a rise of goose bumps on my skin.

— Richelle E. Goodrich, Slaying Dragons
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