'Dead Six' Review: The Return of Men's Fiction
Half a year of my life . . . wasted. That was the first coherent thought that ran through my mind as Ali bin Ahmed Al Falah’s chest puckered into a grapefruit sized exit hole right in front of me.
Half a year of my life . . . wasted. That was the first coherent thought that ran through my mind as Ali bin Ahmed Al Falah’s chest puckered into a grapefruit sized exit hole right in front of me.