Warded, excerpt no. 3
Edward strode down the hallway toward the conservatory, laden picnic hamper in hand, cinnamon sparks tickling the back of his mind.
Edward strode down the hallway toward the conservatory, laden picnic hamper in hand, cinnamon sparks tickling the back of his mind.
Why yes, yes it is Fall! The beginning of the fall of empire (couldn't happen to a better one!) and the temperature and the leaves...
On top of that, I've been so focused on keeping up with the blog that I haven't been working on my actual book. So, I'm going to change things up a bit from here on out.
Hi, everyone. When I said August was the speediest month ever, September decided to take it as a personal challenge.