Colleen Maloney lives on a small farm with her spouse, her kids, and a chicken that crows like a rooster.
The mask, take it off.
Let me see the light that shines not from your eyes,
There really isn’t a call for cobblers anymore. Sure, I get the local-vors that come in wanting me to fix the strap on their…
Gronk is what they call me. It’s not a good name, but it’s the one Den Mother gave me- the only goblin word she ever says. It…
What are we,
That we should still remember