“He rubs his hand through his thick, dark hair and I am riveted by the cords of rippling muscles that intertwine and gallop down his arms.” Wtf Book:Planet Urth: The Savage Lands Source: Planet Urth: The Savage Lands
“I sheathe my spear on my back and I plow through bushes dotted with prickly balls, feeling them scratch and scrape my skin, but do not stop.” Wtf Book:Planet Urth Source: Planet Urth