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Aug 2021

"Whoever was walking the halls at night had stopped right outside my bedroom door."

“Bye, Des.” She said between gritted teeth just as I walked out.

The Ironmill District is about an hour away, if I follow the speed limit.
Forty-five minutes if I don't.

So he was a murderer!

"I share my feelings enough, Fiona. Let it go!"

“Come on,” I smiled, helping her to lie down and covering her with her blanket. “Time to rest up.”

In summary, all Eric had left of his old life were his pants.

Petite, what did you get me into?

This is from chapter that will be published in six days :smile_cat:

"If its that important, I'll do some digging."

Technically, two sentences, buuuuttt

And then Grim had to go and say such reckless things.

Damn him.

Girtablullû was a scorpion-man, which is like a merman, only scorpion.

This has given me violent flashbacks to that one time I got stung by a young bark scorpion. Currently imagining it small, with the top half of a man, like the little guys in the Night at the Museum.

And suddenly, I couldn’t.

"Is no one else concerned that Blake buried herself in SNOW?!"

I'm curious how that works. Does he walk on his tail? If he's like a merman presumably he doesn't have legs :confused:

Nah, just the torso of a man jutting out of a scorpion where the head would otherwise be (which is kind of what mermaids look like to me).

Oh that makes a lot more sense than what my imagination conjured up :joy:

“The rightful ruler will claim the throne soon.”