The Astarte of the B

A pendant of a roaring bear's head swung from his neck with the rhythm of the horse's gait.,The puppy's body was still convulsing nervously, and the death rattle coming from its mouth was pitiful and tragic.,Retracting his gaze, Lan En mounted the horse with a light and silent grace. Perhaps even the world's finest riders couldn't match him in their control over a steed.。