The LL&L Rumpus Room

You were in control? *looks confused* Really? And I missed it!


Giles stared down at his chest where the brown glob was oozing down the front of his tunic. “First apples, then vegetables and now mud,” he muttered. “Women are always throwing things at me.” - Excerpt, Chapter 40

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Writing is putting words on the paper until the voices in your head shut up.
--Frank Fradella