“Midori…Just give me your hand.” Tora stood at the end of the rickety rope bridge that spanned the canyon below. Far — far too far for her tastes — below the thin snaking line of blue that delineated a river of some sort could be seen, though it only seemed...
Dearest Mama and Papa, As always, I hope this letter finds you well. Rest assured I am safely arrived in Sharlayan and have been exploring the city with an eager zeal. It’s everything we’ve heard in the stories and more. While the nonchalance with which Sharlayans regard the world outside...
Hey again, Book…
It’s been an interesting time of late, traveling with Tora’a Honi. I say interesting because it’s weird to be able to depend on someone. I’ve grown up only ever being able to rely on myself. Mother was too sick and Father was… well, he just wasn’t around. You know why.
