“How does your story end?” asked the Beast, his voice easing back toward the velvet bass Yeva had come to know so well.
Yeva gazed back at him, all her answers gone. A thousand fairy tales flashed through her memory, full of quests and dreams and wishes and rewards. But the path ahead of her was blank, as empty as the leather binding of the book of stories she’d brought with her.”
— Aug 08, 2017 02:08PM
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