R.A. Burns Writing

Half of the troop stood outside of the tent, anxiously trying to peer in. Inside was the man who had wisely led the band for years, a healer, an..

I could tell what age the children were by the amount of clothing that they wore. The youngest, the ones who could just barely walk, ran around ..

How could a gypsy with a wanderer's soul be connected to the cold, cruel princess who went missing six years ago?