What mythology would a world have if it had three moons, and what if they were real?
Daddy-daughter author duo. Sylvia’s 11; Jesse’s much older.
I love the art of story telling, I enjoy getting lost in other worlds, and times, and going on adven...
I am an avid reader of Neil Gaiman, Poppy Z. Brite, Anne Rice, and will at least scroll through a work if it has certain elements that get my attention. I tried to scroll though this, and was utterly consumed. There is a naturalness written into this story, you are aware that ghosts walk the streets and gods might just decide you are worth there attention, and it does not feel false or unusual. I quickly fell into this world and admire Maggi as a witch, a mother, and a leader. Read this book. Recommend this book. Review it.
I am an avid reader of Neil Gaiman, Poppy Z. Brite, Anne Rice, and will at least scroll through a work if it has certain elements that get my attention. I tried to scroll though this, and was utterly consumed. There is a naturalness written into this story, you are aware that ghosts walk the streets and gods might just decide you are worth there attention, and it does not feel false or unusual. I quickly fell into this world and admire Maggi as a witch, a mother, and a leader. Read this book. Recommend this book. Review it.
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After long minutes, I brushed these thoughts aside. I was a single-minded woman, my son’s father had called me monomaniacal, and I never argued that term to describe me. I would do anything to save my son from the fate I witnessed in my dream, and the lives of Winslow, Mohamed, and myself, were irrelevant.
After long minutes, I brushed these thoughts aside. I was a single-minded woman, my son’s father had called me monomaniacal, and I never argued that term to describe me. I would do anything to save my son from the fate I witnessed in my dream, and the lives of Winslow, Mohamed, and myself, were irrelevant.
“Don’t be silly, dahlin! Of course you will.” He chuckled, softer this time. “You know what dahlin? Seeing how this is all fun for you and less for me, I’ll be leaving you to your own. I’ll answer one more question. After that, I got a big-tittied lady waiting for me.”
