"You have all been chosen because you are the best. Whether that is in your class, your unit, or your order."
General Garret Marr stood in front of an assembled group of thirty strong, his hands clasped calmly behind his back. Marr had always had a gentle manner about him, Zana thought, softly...
This site uses cookies to help personalise content, tailor your experience and to keep you logged in if you register.
By continuing to use this site, you are consenting to our use of cookies.