It was a dark and stormy night. To be fair, there was nothing particularly sinister about the weather; it was the third such night that week, being that it was a. winter and b. England.
On the second floor of a very old and nondescript bookshop, as rain bombarded the brick walls outside and plinked against the glass windows, a demon slept in an
(
Read more... )
Comments 10
Reply
I LOVED this. The awesome footnotes and descriptions and their interaction and just... guh. *flails*
Reply
Your writing style is absolutely delicious and flowing and vivid. I cannot imagine getting a better present!
THAAANK YOUUUUU secret writer!
♥♥♥♥♥♥♥
Reply
Excellent!
Reply
Reply
Leave a comment