This is no time for fairy tales!
But every time is a time for fairy tales, isn’t it?
2 Tales fell into my head tonight. I’m going to work them out to print before I return to the novel writing.
Because fairy tales are the eternal stories.
This is no time for fairy tales!
But every time is a time for fairy tales, isn’t it?
2 Tales fell into my head tonight. I’m going to work them out to print before I return to the novel writing.
Because fairy tales are the eternal stories.
Yeah, it’s happening. Sleep is overrated.
Maire sat in her abject emptiness, waiting, waiting, waiting, for her hero. Somebody would free her, it had been promised. So many had come to challenge the curse, all had failed. But Mary knew that some day there would be one who would rescue her. It was fated. It was foretold. Some day there would be one strong enough to release her. Stong enough to face the unquenchable fears of their own selves, strong enough to face the horror of their own being, strong enough to set her free.
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