... of things to come.
Without further ado:

A smattering of seconds, or perhaps several minutes, later, a fluffy, ash-colored figure appeared, and a haze of pink covered me, and the rushing in my ears faded enough for words to come through.

“Careful! She might be concussed.”

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... and a change, inevitable as life.

Before I explain that, first, here's another excerpt from Chapter 12 of To Bellenast. I promise, I won't paste the entire chapter in blogs; I write long chapters. Sue me.

“Familiarity breeds comfort, so they say… though I reckon a fire helps more on that front. Where you from, girlie?”

“Neighvarro, for most of my life, but the mountains way east of here, more recently. Near the Celestial Coast.”

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