The Start of a Great Love Story:
At over six feet tall, dressed in coal-black
Rolph Flannegan often tried to enliven his lessons on Houndish history by inviting speakers to address the students.
Rolph Flannegan Short Stories:
‘These folks are like kin to you, ain’t they Lonely?’ Brother Jeroboam asked, his voice so low, Lonely
No one could predict how many days a Midsummer Madness Festival might last.
Her ravishingly coiffed face appears regularly on the covers of tabloids and magazines and is instantly recognized and admired by all in Catside.
Rolph Flannegan still lives in the old red bricked building that housed the Alveridge County Orphange.
The little town snuggles contentedly against the warm Esparrow Sea, protected from the cold winds that blow off the snow-capped Shipwoods to the east, splayed like a sleeping hound in the velvet darkness.
Warden O’Grady was standing by the iron gate at the prison jetty, it was surmounted with razor wire
For the second time in his life Lonely was being driven to Revellers Green at high speed and
Peering through the barred porthole of his cell, Bronson watched Ruddegan striding down the jetty towards the main gate.
Bronson suddenly spotted Celia wheeling a small hound and pushing her way through the circle of Howlers towards