. . . the wildness in the way she ran about on the sand, unfettered and free. This girl is a marvel, a joy to watch where she's normally so quiet. Everything she saw, everything she touched was new. No matter how many times her eyes had seen a wave crashing down into white foam,…
Just another day.
I thought about dying today. This isn’t anything new. Most days death passes through my mind. I’m a writer, aren’t I? Some of my characters die, some deal with their deaths. Others are constantly surrounded by it (looking at you, Azrael.) Others, well they give death to their counterparts like the villains they truly are.…
Musings of LAmanda 