Hi! I spent much of my childhood telling myself stories while walking in the woods behind my grandparents' house. So naturally, here I am 20 years later and finally doing my best to catalogue those stories somewhere. Single parent badass.
“There weren't always dragons in the Valley, right, Aunt Doireanna?” Despite the late hour, energy sloughs off Breena in waves, infusing the small room with excitement. An understandable reaction, given she’d been Chosen only days prior - every young child’s dream, and now a reality for the orphan.