A thunder of birds came roaring forth from the tree’s mouth. They encircled Ira in an obsidian cocoon that blotted out the sun. Feathers smacked against his face. Beaks and claws scratched him as the dark tornado whirled.
Whoah!
Keep it coming, Bill! It's great stuff. 💯
Whoah!
Keep it coming, Bill! It's great stuff. 💯