The Hessian
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  • Reads 381
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  • Parts 3
  • Time 22m
Ongoing, First published Jan 22, 2013
I could feel the musket ball bite slowly into my gut, but it wasn’t the blood spilling out onto the snow that scared me; it was the hot led, tearing well into my stomach before eventually slowing, and finally lodging near my spine, carrying all of the carnage it had created with it. The round went nearly through me, bringing me to the ground in less than a second, everything I could see faded slowly to black as a puddle of piercing red collected about me.

In war, there is no honor, no pride, and no regret for one's own actions.
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Wendizzy's Writer Room

2 parts Ongoing

In this book, you'll get a behind the scenes look at how your favorite characters were born, my creative process, and the dirty details never before revealed. Tex's Camp Q&A: Come sit by the fire and ask me whatever you'd like. We can roast marshmallows, tell scary stories, and hang out in the comments like a big, happy family. Gator's Backstage Pass: A place full of secrets. Learn the-sometimes embarrassing-details on how my wildest scenes came to life, facts about the characters, the process, and myself.