Wilma Forester

Her eyes were fastened on the prey and her leg muscles bunched and quivered ready to spring. Nagel screamed. “Was it too late…?’’ His life was split between homelessness and slavery. Can he with no one to really care about him, become an honorable man in outlook and stature in such a wild primitive land as Ancient Babylon?


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