Fishing is fun. Bethany said it was, so it must be true. Arlyle was having trouble believing it at the moment. The death goddess perched on the edge of a bridge, her line floating down the stories to plop into the water. She twitched her stick one way and another, watching the line sway. Nope. Nothing. Fishing was boring. The bridge wasn’t. Bethany danced across the cobbled stones in the midday sun. She hummed a […]