Wearing Kathe Koja’s Skin
The old library in my teen hometown, Maldon, was a dingy old church filled with rickety shelves carrying half a tonne of random old books. For someone as insatiable and broke as me, it was…
The old library in my teen hometown, Maldon, was a dingy old church filled with rickety shelves carrying half a tonne of random old books. For someone as insatiable and broke as me, it was…