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A Gift for Quill As Drawing Day drew near, my general apathy for the end-of-year festivities faded, giving way to excitement. The Winter...

Prologue 3 “Move out of the way, you jackasses!” Only a few minutes had passed when Acio returned, barreling along. He gripped the handle...

Prologue 2 When Bolyern reached the streets, the noise of celebration threatened to explode his eardrums. He wondered what had happened,...

Prologue 1 He came here when the turmoil of the wider world got to him, when the televised news programs his mother was addicted to...

Inevitable Dusk has been a labor of love for me over the past thirteen (yes, thirteen!) years. Dedicated to my sibling and best friend,...