[2] Little Miss Luna.

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That photo up top, I think, perfectly replicates Millicent's return to Pine Springs. It's a more rural town like this and I think the girl looks a lot like Millicent as well. That's also how I considered Walter's sweatshirt and Iven's hat to look, both of which will be very important characters to you in a moment...

I am adding a whole bunch of new characters to this story, by the way. I always notice myself struggling to create side characters that contribute to the plot. In the first LML, I focused a lot on Sophie and Cortez's relationship, which I really enjoy. I love writing about two people and their personal development with one another. But... There is never just two people in a story. Especially, not in a story as grand and dramatic as this one is going to get.

So, please bare with me in the beginning here. There will be a lot of unfamiliar faces and it might seem like you're reading a completely different book, but it all comes together and connects and I can't wait to bring you all along on that journey. I have big plans for this book so I hope you'll stick around!

Anyways, HERES BOOK TWO OF LITTLE MISS LUNA!! IM SO EXCITED TO SHARING THIS WITH ALL OF YOU! IVE NEVER WRITTEN A SECOND BOOK IN A SERIES! THIS IS CRAZY!! Thank you all for the love and support and comments and votes! I really really do appreciate every single read. It means the world to me that people are experiencing the worlds that my head gets trapped in every day!

Also, quick question... How does everyone set their reading settings? Do you scroll or flip through pages? Genuinely curious!

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Fire
And Gold
In Our Eyes
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Millicent watched from a couple feet into the field on the right side of the house. She anxiously stood with her hands by her sides as she fidgeted with the sleeves of her sweatshirt. It was silent, it was dark, it was the calm before the storm. The forest was to her left, dirt road to her right, her escape path directly behind her. All she had to do was run, but not yet. Not until she saw them exit the house.

This was the plan, but still, when she watched Walter and Iven burst through the back door of the house, she felt panic set in her bones. She held her hands up, palms open and fingers wide. The explosion went off and instantly, Millicent closed her fingers into her palm as quickly as she could. But the very moment that she did so, she could feel the pain of the explosion blow through her from her finger tips to her toes.

The burning sensation caused her to cry out in pain, release her clenched fists, and collapse into the grass. Walter and Iven looked from Millicent to the house, their eyes wide as they watched the house split in half and the flames reach violently for the dark night sky. None of them said anything as they watched the house burn and listened to the sound of the crackling fire consuming all the wood and belongings in the house.