“Adao, no.” Teo, the older boy’s second-in-command, lays a staying hand on his master’s arm. “The stories I told you about this one… they’re true.”
“True?” Adao casts a skeptic’s eye over Santos. Can those flimsy ribs cage anything as fugitive as truth?
Twabble by Emily
His tears fell just like the rain: from 6,000 feet as he pulled frantically at the cord of a parachute that wouldn't open.