Christine was expecting her summer to be hot, dry, and boring. The farm is in the middle of nowhere, after all.
Until a rip in time becomes wide enough for someone to slip through...
Christine was expecting her summer to be hot, dry, and boring. The farm is in the middle of nowhere, after all.
Until a rip in time becomes wide enough for someone to slip through...
I grabbed Him by the hand and forced Him to look at me.
"Have you forgotten? Surely someone like you cannot forget. The one who makes mountains move and waves spill out of their sequence. Answer me...