“Eggs.” I poked more grass off the nest, observing the mottled blue orbs impassively. Sergeant Bruce T’shano leaned over my shoulder, his furry ears silhouetted against the blue sky. “Y’up. Th—se a’re eggs,” he replied, equally impassive. (Click to Read More)
Hello hello, and welcome back to the River Blog! I hope you've all had a good week. Mine's had some ups and down; I've been continuing my hour of writing every day for Lent, but I still hit some bumps, such as last night when this one scene of my book just would NOT come together. … Continue reading RBlog – Coal-Colored Contacts
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