KaiAquila

Esmeralda had all the luck of the Devil. If she sneezed, the Seine would run dry just to spite her. Clopin stared up, up, up at Notre-Dame with a feeling of irritation mingled with intimidation. He had promised that he would fetch her, and so he would. Even if there were guards around the cathedral… Clopin Trouillefou had been sneaking around the backs of Frollo’s men for thirty years, and he was getting good at avoiding detection. He wasn’t fond of the method he would have to employ tonight, however. The stone walls of Notre-Dame were bleak, and his fingers already ached to foreshadow the torture to come. Yet, he had promis