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Happy to be writing again.

I finished it last night. Phenomenal! A great coming-of age tale.

I'm reading it every night before I go to bed. Great reading!

I'm reading The Graveyard Book every night before I go to bed. Great reading!

STOP STORY: final post of my story for the Goodreads Status Update Writing Contest. Thank you.

{Secret Speakers. Chapter One: Released. (But I wasn't thinking, or did I say that already?) . . . }

{If I would have been thinking, this whole mini-version would have begun (if I'd been thinking) with a lovely introduction). Such as:}

{I'll post updates until our story's nearly concluded. And maybe post all, if I'm not too deluded.}

{Goodreads birthed Secret Speakers into eternity}

{Reader beware: I am not done. Writing this way is too much fun. Whisper this secret or tell it free:}

Beneath her, beneath the striped rug, lay the secret door to the cellar where Fair had been dead to the world for the last nine years.

She fell into the first restful sleep she had known in years.

She pressed her cheek against the rug and closed her eyes.

and her swinging a broom. She hadn’t known she had it in her.

and her swinging a broom. She hadn’t known she had it in her.

She chuckled to herself when she remembered seeing her brother topple over, his legs and boots waving upside down in the air—

After a bit of time she crawled over to a striped rug in the pantry and lay down.

Her body felt drained.

Completely numb.

Once the door was closed, Lariel leaned back against the door. She slid down against the wood and slumped over her knees.

Then they were both gone.

He paused and looked at Lariel with a penetrating gaze, “We never saw the body.”

The Protector said, “No matter. I’ll be keeping my eye on the place the rest of the day, you know. I’ve got my suspicions.”

Lariel breathed a silent sigh of relief. Her brother had arrived just after Fair scrambled into the back of the wagon.

“Not a one.”

The Protector grew serious, “You ain’t seen no signs of her wee hoomin girl? Ever?”

Her brother shot him a wicked glance to shush him.

The other Protector slapped his comrade on the back. “You ain’t fit to keep watch. The Harrold should of hired yer sister instead.”

He landed with a grunt. Lariel tried not to smile. Her brother got up with a huff and kicked the chair. “We’re done here.”

The movement made him lose his balance. He grabbed uselessly at the air and leaned forward, just as the chair went backwards.