Where an author and her creation meet.
Gods do swear, I had years, Of stolen breath. Living trouble? Wrong. Living god. D: A, A, why are you doing this to me? A: Doing what? D: Torturing me! A: Thanks for the support, D. D: You are the first person to admit you’re not really made for this sort of thing. I mean, […]
Read MoreIf you’ve been watching this space and following along, you probably know that A is experiencing some angst over the fact that her attitude towards me, and the story I’m telling through her, has changed. Really, what she’s annoyed at is that I made her cry. Personally, I think it serves her right. I may […]
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