It’s been a little while since I’ve checked in here. Don’t worry, I haven’t been abducted or putting off writing. I’ve actually been very hard at work cranking out chapters, making edits and cleaning up some spots in the novel.
Sometimes I need a little music to help me get in the mood of the scene I’m writing.
“Bring me my grimoire,” the old warlock said.
“Right away, master,” replied the demon. “What spell shall we cast?”
“A powerful curse. Something truly wicked.”
Back when Grenn’s parents were alive, all kinds of folk stopped by Bramble Dungeoneering Trading Company to load up on supplies for their sword and sorcery adventures.