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“We didn’t come on this exact path, but,” answers Helen, “An hour? An hour and a half, tops.” She looks along the line at her brother, and adds, simply, “Why?” Ben points, over at the mountains beyond, “That.” The rest…
Continue readingA couple of nights ago, I had this dream involving a school outing to a remote castle where we would be staying. The journey involved two buses, one driven by an evil, crazed bus driver, and the other – one…
Continue readingI think I know how you are feeling. What has happened to the burning fire of creativity and imagination, and why can it not be released in these days since Christmas? I know where chapter two is going, I can…
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