Paragraphs fell out of my brain, splatting on the paper like rotten tomatoes. The smell was hard to write out and took several drafts to hide; but eve..
My thoughts were written alive, hot and steaming from the end of my pen; instinctively, the story seemed to write itself, drawn out with each drop of ..
Jeanne and her Father struggle to make sense of an age old prophecy while being hunted by the Legion, a distinct military sect trying to capture the 7..