Apparently, Saayu the Nerth-doll needed a break. So Rasthrum muttered some gibberish undertone and now we’re stretching our limbs by a dumb valley while the horse-like animal rests her muscles. I’m fine with it, really. I mean, it’s not like I’m in a rush to reverse a curse and resurrect my Dad or anything.
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Sort of Dead
Humor**This book features short, fun, snappy chapters** **Perfectly fine as a standalone** [Caution: may pack a couple of gutpunches.] "First things first: this is the story of how I die. Over and over again." __________________________________ Marra is...
