Faint, it came. Nothing more than a whisper. Nothing more than the barest of fomps. Opal turned toward it, allowing it to guide her through the deep inky chill. No time existed. No noise. Nothing at all. She waited. Once more it came. Not as faint as it’d been. Fomp. A thud without echo. Not …
Just sent off In The Library to editor
Sent off In The Library to my editor. Still gotta get the page up for it. Amuses me that I've written the entire book, edited it, and still haven't even gotten the page up for it. Normally I would've. Too much I'm working on so I purposely deactivated all my socials. Just one less THING …
