Within the room, alone, a muscular man sat drinking from a clay goblet. The wine within flowed across his lips and the glow of alcohol dulled his thoughts.
Read more... King Titus Tatius ducked to the right, using the column as a barrier between the assassin and himself. Another swipe but the Greek stone protected him from death.
Read more... Metrius opened his eyes and awoke into a world of pain.
Agony seared through his head, thumping away as last night’s drink struck blow after blow into the anvil within his skull.
Read more...As I sit watching Battle Kobia on Iron Chef America is am puzzled by the secret ingredient. Kobia, a strange looking fish with a stinging spine in its dorsal fin and a dark stripe down the side.
Read more...Apparently, a royal battle has erupted between Los Angeles' king of comedy and New York's prince of p*** over a Times Square comedy club.
Read more... Even as he passed through the packed bodies, the familiar strong stench of musky sweat hovering in the air, he could not help his thoughts from wandering. Fifty four?
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