Found 61 results for "Kenneth Oppel"
by Kenneth Oppel
Skimming over the banks of the stream, Shade heard the beetle warming up its wings.
by Kenneth Oppel
Sailing toward dawn, and I was perched atop the crow's nest, being the ship's eyes.
by Kenneth Oppel
It had rained during the day, and now, under a three-quarter moon, the forest was silver with mist.