If making that journey alone while the world falls apart around you isn't the grandest romantic gesture of all, then I don't know what is.
I’m thinking about writing a novel in which a family have their dream home wrecked by a demonic entity from the depths of hell.
The novel is a speedy downhill slalom race to the final war. There’s no air to breathe, every page is crisp and determined.
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