Mother s Milk
When I'd first started this story, I'd intended it to be much shorter, probably about half the length it ended up as. But when I began writing, my muse insisted that I go at a slower pace. Mother's Milk By Morpheus I leaned back in my comfortable recliner, oblivious to nearly everything except for the book in my hands. I was completely engrossed in the tale of Allan Quatermain and his trek across the untamed wilds of Africa. Somehow the fact that I was reading an old hard...