Wind howled throughout the mountains, shrieking through crevices and rushing down valleys. As loud as the ocean roaring in a storm. Though this was no snowstorm, not yet, a blizzard could occur any moment.
So the woman moved with purpose, slow and steady but never unnecessarily. Moving would...
They called this next piece of shit establishment The Twilight Twi’lek. Yet another in a number of dumb clubs from one end of Smuggler’s Moon to the other and there’s your monument. It wasn’t a strip club, at least, though there were a number of dancers so slick with sweat they may as well be in...