Waverly.

1:31 AM Michael Etienne Edwards 0 Comments

"As her men drew closer to my edge, I felt myself growing light, I rose up into the air and flew out the window. Higher and higher, above the alley, over the tops of tiled roofs, where I was gathered up by the wind and pushed up toward the night sky until everything below me disappeared and I was alone.

I closed my eyes and pondered my next move."
-Rules of the Game