Apr 21, 2017
He wiped the sweat from his forehead and let out a chuckle before speaking. “I have sharp teeth uncle.” The room laughed. Richard was challenged. He looked at Bishop dead in the eyes with rage. His young eyes held a thrust for more. They were green with greed. Wishing he could crush the shimmer in them. Bishop wore the look of a smartass. Richard shared in the laugher to show he was still in control. “I see.” He paused as the room grew silent. Picking his words like they were fine jewels. “I see. Sharp teeth for a small cub. Howl would sure be proud. I’ll give you The Moving Castle.”
Smugglers Son, Bishop & Richard [Book One Chapter One: No One Smiles In The City]