Freshly shorn alpacas are pictured on a meadow in the village of Winklarn near Regensburg on April 2
Chapter Eight: His Arrows Shorn of EbonyIn which Maglor meets a Bard who is not a bard.(See the chap
miacorverre:This was his soul made flesh, the truth of him laid bare in the blazing sun, shorn of my
queencersei: Shorn, she thought, like a sheep. She yanked the shift over her head and tossed it to&n
