Tag Archives: Conan Young

George decided, after twenty-two years, five months, and four days, to get a haircut.  Not that his hair was messy or unkempt.  Tradition required that he keep it washed and free of tangles.  Nor was it conspicuous in public, since … Continue reading →

Youthful, vibrant, forever beautiful.   It was everything Callista ever desired.  Her hair shimmered like polished bronze and her complexion had become white as morning frost.  Piercing ruby eyes complemented her blood red lips, over which sharp elongated cuspids protruded.  … Continue reading →