Story Time
They whirled around just in time to see a young man on horseback come galloping out of the trees, a massive branch in his powerful hands
Story Time
An arrow slammed into the side of the wagon, burying itself inches from Shimshon’s face
Story Time
“He may have been a Jew once before, but he’s one of ours now. Aren’t you, Jorin?”
Story Time
Rousing himself from his exhaustion, Shimshon rolled over, got to his feet shakily, and then followed the smell into the nearby forest
Story Time
“This is a bad idea, my boy. Forget it. Leave the lion and let’s get out of here”
Story Time
“I want to hear confidence! Conviction! If you don’t know that we’re getting out of here, then we’ll likely fail!”
