Promises, Promises!
“Promises! Promises!” Sagacia said, setting her tea on the end table and lifting Murzik from the end to the center …
“Promises! Promises!” Sagacia said, setting her tea on the end table and lifting Murzik from the end to the center …
“What do you mean?” Simplia asked. “Life imitates art. What I mean is…,” Sagacia began, rearranging herself in the wingback …