| ME GUSTA |

PT: Love for One KnightThe glow of the lamp spilled over the cream colored pages as Fakir's quill ran over them, weaving a story as he had been doing for the past ten years. Writing came easier now, and though he'd had a few brushes with danger for spinning these tales, many were now going on as he had written them, and he had begun publishing children's books that were initially sold out of the used book store in town before the regular book store was willing to pick up sales.PT: Love for One Knight by ~towson
At this point in his life, Fakir had success in his grasp, and he knew for this he should be happy. Still, he thought, it didn't feel like enough, and the quill stuttered to a stop on the p