Cynthia A. Morgan

There’s a peculiar stillness that lives inside revision.
It isn’t silence exactly; more a hum beneath the skin, as though the story itself is breathing and waiting to be seen again. I’ve been living in that hum these past few months, surrounded by pages and whispers, by sentences that ask to be unmade and remade until they shine. Shadowbound has become a living presence in my life, not just a