Uncharted Fate- 24

“That’s Azalea?” Wylie whispered, his voice trailing off. His eyes glazed over. A goofy smile dancing on his lips. His gaze kept following her as

Uncharted Fates- 22

“What are these gelatinous droppings?” Fletcher crouched down in the tall, brownish grass. A translucent, yellowish blob dangled from his hunting dagger.             I grimaced

Uncharted Fates- 17

“Ugh, and I thought it was going to be a quiet night,” Fletcher grumbled as a lively, fast tune filled the main deck of the