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*screams*

LIAMMMMMMMMMMMM

So far all my theories about a certain character have been right....

Literally only read the prologue and I'm already crying. I am in TROUBLE.

Madi, I'm hiding Marcus in a hidden lair of pillows and hot chocolate, you can't touch him again.

Gah, I'm loving this SO much!

This book has literally everything I love about fiction in it...

Two chapters left...*confetti toss*

I also managed to almost make my beta readers mad at me by dropping the biggest plot twist of the book into their doc before writing the last two chapters for them. XD

SO close to the end of the first draft!

I could still walk these halls blindfolded, still knew every nook and cranny…yet I didn’t. I didn’t recognize the hall I was walking through—the dark tapestries—the worn, scared look on the single servant I had seen hurrying by.

Cassian snorted, his eyes lighting up and losing their pained, lost look for a split second.

I had to convince the Council of the Mouse King’s treachery. Somehow—I had to.

Doom dripped from the trees, seeping into the snow, its heavy taint sucking away my breath as the branches rustled to each other in glee.

*Adds extra autumn vibes to the first few chapters, just for fun*

I took a dainty sip, closing my eyes as the warm steam filled my senses. Tart apples and the nutty taste of Ninari’s prize crops melded with unfamiliar spices, soothing my tastebuds with tingling bursts of flavor.

“Oh?” A look of mischief sparked across Cassian’s face as he scanned the trees crowding in around our narrow path.
Then abruptly slid out of his saddle, plunging into a drift of snow beside the path.
“What—” I squeaked, unintentionally jerking Esme to a halt. “Cassian!”