This story is dedicated to my Micah. My soul knew you before I did. Also to Katy, my first and biggest fan.
To you, the beloved reader:
Thank you so much for being here! This story has been my baby for a full decade as of this year. It has been floating away in my mind for nearly half my life, aching to be written out in its entirety. For me there is no greater joy than knowing that somewhere in the world there is the possibility of someone loving my characters as much as I do.
Please note: This is my first draft of this plot-line (which has changed countless times) and while I try to edit thoroughly, mistakes and discrepancies are guaranteed. I am open to constructive criticism!
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Remember that Hell hath no fury like that of a writer whose hard work is copied or used without consent.
The pictures included with the story are not my own, and I do not take credit for them. Their sources can be easily found on my Pinterest board: https://www.pinterest.com/alexewinter7/book-inspiration/
(Also, no, this is not a story about vampires in any capacity)
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Until the Sun Falls
Fantasy"I watched the late afternoon sunlight filter through the the cracks in the shutters that blocked the windows. It illuminated the dust mites, turning them to glitter and giving them life. They spun and twirled elegantly in the air. I liked to think...
