"There was a bowl of porridge cooling on the wooden table in front of him. Felix watched the wisps of steam rise from it and waver against the cold air. He didn’t dare reach for the bowl, none of them did. They were too scared of the man that stood motionless beside the table. It was a fear as instinctive and natural as that of a hare for a wolf."
A novel in progress by
CarbonPillow
