Hérna er ég kominn með aðra one-shot sögu, þessi er töluvert lengri en síðasta saga sem ég benti á en þessi er ekkert síðri. Stick with it, hún er góð. Winter's Debt Smá brot úr sögunni: As abruptly as they had begun, my sister´s sobs ceased. Slowly, jerkily, like a badly made marionette, she turned her head to look at the faces of her enemies. I stifled a scream. My father was staring out from behind her eyes. The same fury was in them, the same defiance, the same cold-bloodedness. Then I...