As I studied the remians of book pages, scatered among the ashes, my heart sank.
All hunting you. All looking to kill you. Welcone to Phase Two of your training, hatchling.
Today for dessert, we have apple pie, blueberry pie and Ezekiel pie.
I will be with her again, or I will die. There aren’t any other options
I cannot let the fear of the past color the future.