Richard Flowers

"Once again, I have no idea what you are talking about and once again, thanks to you, I have literally not a thing to wear. What are you going to do about this?"

The sun was setting, casting the city into deep red shadows.

Lord Harlequin occupied a suite a dozen floors higher up the building.

"Of course they're selling guns. This is an arms fair. You didn't know?"

The Valley of Bridges it was called by the locals... To outsiders it was the Valley of Fear.