Annals of Rochdale:

Annals of Rochdale:

by Robert Dawson Mattley
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NOOK BookDigitized from 1899 volume (eBook - Digitized from 1899 volume)

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BN ID: 2940017580561
Publisher: Rochdale, Printed by J. Clegg
Sold by: Barnes & Noble
Format: NOOK Book
File size: 438 KB

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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
He walks back to the Inn.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
[Pardon Spelling Error!] Rebellious strands of honey gold hair laped at her face, the wind tangling it into her lips. The petite girl raised a pale hand, brushing it away from her porcelain skin, though futile to the wind's interwinding fingers. Her pink lips curved in a thin expression of nervousness, the gravel under her feet crumbling against her toes. The long, frail white dress swayed in the wind, moving rhapsodically and reaching out to her side. Everythif seemed blurry, as if it were raining, though nothing was wet. Everything seemed slow. Sunlight poured over her in thick, milky waves, and yet she felt no warmth. The wild flowers that greeted her feet seemed far away, though they lped at her skin. Her crystalized green eyes stared ahead at the tavern, outlining the wood. Like she would get help there. A foreigner, a peasant, nothing more. More so, fifteen. A child, to many. And to others, a wife. In the old village, she was a gem, and even her brother implied to marry her. But his cruelty pushed her away. Lili took a step forward, gravel rolling under each careful inch, "E-excuse me, ma'dame." She called, the sleeves of her dress coming unhemmed as she clawed at them.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Is this place active right now?
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
A half smile was on her face, her belt luxoriously but heavily armed with longswords, pocketknives, throwing knives, and a machete. A bandana was strapped around her forehead almost carelessly.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
She said shes sorry go to my cottage its at res 19
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
((Check the stables))
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Purred, leaping onto Flint's lap.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Leaned against a wooden beam, frowning at something.