2018 • [ A CROOKED TALE, a phantom's whisper, watch it burn, feel it blister. ] •
A forest. A hut on chicken's feet. A fence of blood and bone.
Before she was Baba Yaga, she was just a girl.
Fuelled by spite and hatred for the world around her, Yag...
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WOWEE it's the end. I don't really know what to say, but if you've read this far, then thanks a lot.
It really means a lot.
If you're reading this now, then you've read an edited first draft! I don't plan on querying it or anything since I'm literally 2 years old and it's only like 30k words, anyway, but I'm pretty fricking proud of my myself.
If you voted or commented, or even read this, then from the bottom of my heart, thank you.
This is the first book I've ever FINISHED, which is a big thing, since I'm a starter and never a finisher.
If you want more of Baba Yaga and some descendants, then check out Vasilisa, which is up on my profile — it's my NaNoWriMo project!
