The Astarte of the B

Lane's originally relaxed expression tightened abruptly, returning to the cold indifference of ice. His body, along with the aged steed, froze solid.,The puppy's body was still convulsing nervously, and the death rattle coming from its mouth was pitiful and tragic.,The boy's cat eyes glanced at the dumbfounded farmer, while his left hand subtly made a gesture.。