Monday, August 31, 2009

Today is Monday

I really have to keep reminding myself that. Today is Monday. Three more days left of freedom. *cries* I go back to school on Thursday and I seriously don't want to go. I mean, aren't we supposed to go back after Labor Day, which is like on the 7th? Maybe I should mention this to them.

I was sick a week ago but unfortunately I am feeling better. Yeah, if I still had my cold I could stay home! But then again, my mom would literally drag me out of the house, so I'm screwed.

I was listening to my iPod a moment ago and I was listening to Fix You by Coldplay. Which is one of my favorite songs and then my iPod just cut off. I didn't realize that the battery was so low. So now I have no music to listen to and it's really cold in my house.

I'm having the I-don't-know-what-I-want-to-write disease. Plus, I have twittered twice today. I don't usually do that and I've been changing the layout on the blog I recently just made. I think I did it like five times. Which is weird.

I am just so bored today! I don't want to go out, but I want to do something. As for watching a movie, I don't know what I want to watch. As for reading, I have photogenic or is photographic? memory- and I'm actually serious, if you were to pick up any book in my library I can tell you what happened when in what chapter and I can tell you how the story started and yeah, that's why people kick me out of the room when they watch movies I've already seen. It's both a gift and a curse.

It sucks being the only child. It sucks not having a phone to text friends on because I am the type of person who can't sit down and talk on the phone. Texting is so much better, anyways.

I could get on MySpace but I've given up on that a long time ago. Now that whoever owns it owns it, it's just made of total suckage. (LOL! I love using any form of the word 'suck')

As you can tell, I hate Mondays and tomorrow or the next day if I decide to blog then, you will see a big contrast.

Oh wait! Tomorrow is Teaser Tuesday. I've been writing but I don't know what I'll post or if I can post. I might not be home tomorrow, so I might be away from the computer, which means no teaser. I have to remember to post it earlier because I like sharing.

I need to go do something, anything. I'm actually so bored that I can go do the dishes or clean...okay maybe not that bored.

I hope your Monday is way better than mine! Have a great day everyone!

Saturday, August 29, 2009

Blood Promise!

I just finished it not to long ago. But it was SO awesome! It was like a rollercoaster, I didn't know if I should laugh or cry or have a heart attack! Seriously, I was hyperventilating throughout the whole book.

I promise I will do a review some time this weekend, but I can't right now because I wish I didn't read it so fast but I had to find out. (and those of you who read the last book you know what I'm talking about *coughs* Dimitri *coughs*)

Okay this is all I'm saying for now. I don't want to spoil it for anyone who hasn't read it yet. But get your butt to the book store and buy this book, because it so amazing *fangirl squeals* I can't wait til Spirit Bound comes out!!!!

Okay, okay, this is truly all. But oh my goodness.....

Tuesday, August 25, 2009

Teaser Tuesday

Happy Teaser Tuesday everyone!

It feels like I haven't did one of these in a long long time. But my days are getting hectic. School is almost here, and I really don't want to go back. The only good thing about going back to school I think is the new clothes.

Unfortunately though, I caught a cold off of my little cousin and if it doesn't clear up, I might not be able to go back the first day. Lucky me, right?

Ooh and I'm going to the bookstore today! I'm so glad Blood Promise and Break came out today, so I won't have to make two trips.

I haven't writing as much as I want to. I'm still having the usual doubts. I don't know what genre I want to stick to writing. Then there's the fact that every time I think of something new, I see a book that is similar to the idea and then I have to scrap it.

I took a few Shadow notes yesterday. I decided that having four MC's wasn't the best idea. And I am thinking maybe I should try writing it in first person. As for Under the Jeweled Sky, I am trying to flesh out my characters to make them three-dimensional.

I have been doing a lot of research though. Since UTJS is based on a lot of mythology, I have to look up everything I can.

Have Mercy is one story that I'm still working out the kinks. I've been having a few doubts about it, seeing as though I don't really write contemporary. The plot has changed dramatically and I really don't know if it might work out, but I really like it.

Okay, enough of my rambling.

This snippet is from Have Mercy.

There were a lot of people I didn't feel like talking to today, and Colby Reynolds was one of those people. She was sitting on the porch, when we pulled into the drive. The engine died, letting out one loud noisy wheeze. As I got out of the car, her eyes locked with mine. Shit.

"Hey Colby," my father said. His voice was flat, but he flashed her a soft smile which she returned with her famous mega watt one. But I could see the glint in her sparkling blue eyes. She didn't make it her business to hide it from me either.

"Oh, hi, Mr. Summerville," she replied. "How are you today?"

Her voice was obnoxiously sweet. I wanted to puke. "Fine, fine."

"That's good," she replied.

My father nodded his head, and went in the house. The door banged shut behind him. We were alone. Me and Colby. She was staring at me. I was staring at her. Her cheeks turned red, her eyes caught on fire. She closed the distance between us.


"What the hell was that for?" I asked, touching my cheek.

"Don't play dumb, Alden," she spat, "I heard about who you screwed at Richie's party."

"Your point?"

"The girl you were locking lips with was my cousin, Amber."

Amber. Amber. Right, that was her name. I was pretty drunk that night, at Richie's party, so I really didn't get her name and I kind of forgotten what she looked like.

"I'm still not seeing your point."

"She's freakin' fifteen! That's my fuckin' point! You better be glad I didn't tell my brother about this because he would have..."

I stopped listening to her. My thoughts were on other things. Fifteen. She was fifteen. I screwed a fifteen year old. Oh, shit. I looked up at Colby.

"Is she okay? I didn't get her pregnant or anything."

"No, thank God." There was a glimmer in her eyes. A strand of her blond hair fell in front of her eyes. "I just don't know why you didn't tell me."

I nodded, "Oh, I forgot. I have to tell you about every girl I have sex with. Well, let's see, there's..."

She rolled her eyes. "Alden, you're a jerk, you know that?"

"Look, I'm sorry. I'm just really having a fucked up day."

"What's wrong?"

There was so many things I could say to answer her question. I could tell her the truth. I could tell her part of the truth, or I could lie. I didn't want to do any of those things, so I just shrugged.

"Nothing," I replied, "and for what it's worth, I didn't know she was your cousin or that she was fifteen."

"That still doesn't make everything alright."

"What do you mean? I told you I didn't know she was...."

"It doesn't make it alright for you to go down on the first person you see the night after we break up."

"Well, you said you wanted to start seeing other people."

"I know," she said.

"Then why do you care?"

"I don't." Her lips tightened, and then she moved around me. "Look, I'll see you at school or something, alright?"

"Yeah, sure. Bye." She descended down the steps and across the lawn. I didn't wait to see if she went inside her house.

Beatrice was cleaning when I walked into the kitchen. Scrubbing, scrubbing, scrubbing. Down on her hand and knees, her sleeves pulled up. Cleaning. The counters were as white as snow. Squeaky clean, but she just kept scrubbing. Just like my father, she had weird quirks that only showed when she was angry or whatever. She didn't look up at me when I opened the refrigerator and pulled out a beer. She didn't look at me as I twisted the top off and took a swig. I wanted her to though. I wanted her to look at me like I was a demon from her own personal hell. I wanted her to have something to complain to my father about. But she just kept scrubbing.

"You missed a spot," I said. Beatrice muttered something under her breath, and then threw the sponge in the sink. As she passed by, she glanced at me, that look, that look that I wanted so very much to see, pasted on her face. I smirked. Sometimes I wondered if her and my father were truly made for each other.

She left the room without saying a single word.

Wednesday, August 12, 2009

Hush, Hush Arc Giveaways!!!

The last thing high school sophomore Nora Grey wanted was to be partnered with a total stranger in biology, especially when the segment is on human anatomy and sexuality. But Patch, her biology partner, is fascinatingly intriguing, very attractive…and has a way of unnerving Nora in all the ways she never wanted to be unnerved. Nora knows that Patch is dangerous, and that she should probably stay away from him—especially after she suspects him of being the masked stalker who seems to be trying to kill her—but their paths keep on crossing, and she can’t deny the connection that she feels with him.

However, Nora doesn’t know that she’s about to become a pawn in a dangerous game that may end her life. For Patch is a fallen angel, one whose wings were ripped off for disobedience. He wants to become human, and that requires a particular female sacrifice. But that’s not all. Others are also out for Nora’s blood, and against her will Nora feels that Patch might be the only one who can save her, as dangerous as he himself is for her…

Okay, so I've been lurking around the net looking for contest. And luckily, I am an avid reader of Becca Fitzpatrick's blog.

But anyways, there are two contest going on one at Steph Su's blog and one over at Dog-eared and Well-read

Ooh I really really want to read this book. I thought I could wait til October but even my mom is starting to get tired of me. This book is getting great reviews already!

So, if you enter good luck, wish me luck, and don't say I didn't tell you about it!

Tuesday, August 11, 2009

Teaser Tuesday

Yay! It's another Teaser Tuesday and I can honestly say that I have been productive. So, for those of you who haven't been lurking around MDW and FNW, I am still working on Have Mercy. I have about 3, 415 words, which is good to me because I am not a fast writer.

It's scary writing contemporary, especially one that's so edgy. Have Mercy isn't going to be a light novel. Also it's not urban fantasy or paranormal or historical so this is kinda new for me.

I worked on this particular snippet yesterday so if you already read it, sorry.

"Alden," she said, "that's a nice name."

I wasn't completely rude. "Thanks."

"Who named you?" she asked.

"My..." I started, but then stopped midway. She almost had me.

"Yes?" she pushed, her eyes getting wider. She looked harmless, I noted, as I stole a quick glance at her. Her skin was a soft brown, her hair fell around her shoulders in tired brown curls. She even wore a tan pinstriped suit. Consistency. I liked that in a person. But those eyes, they were too bright, too intruding. I looked down at my hands, pulling absently at my fingers.

"Was it your father or your mother?"

"My mother is dead." Now, that slipped. It was what I said every time someone mentioned the word "mother" in a sentence. I didn't look at Dr. Rosenberg. I didn't want to see her get that look. The one everyone got when they hear about how you lost your mother at a young age. She died when I was eight. I was seventeen, almost eighteen years old now. You don't get over the death of a parent, ever, but I wasn't one to sulk about it every time someone brought it up. She was dead and there was nothing I could do about it.

I felt myself asking. "Why do you want to know who named me? It's not important."

"Well, we have to start somewhere." Her voice was flat, and I wondered what her face looked like.

"My father asked you how long this would take. I want to know. How long will I have to come here?" I fought the urge to look up at her, but apparently I wasn't strong enough. My head jerked up, and I met her green gaze.

"It depends."

"On what?"

"How fast you're willing to open up."

"I have nothing to open up about," I muttered.

"It would seem that way."

"There's nothing wrong with me. My father doesn't know anything about me. He just...."



In the corner of my eye, I saw her take something off of her desk. A clipboard. Pulling a pen out of her breast-pocket, she started to scribble something down. I wondered what she was writing. I mean, we didn't say anything too each other. She didn't know anything about me. They were probably lies, then. After placing the clipboard down on her lap, she looked back up at me.

"So, how is your relationship with your father?"

I rolled my eyes. She was starting the game now. I smirked, "How do you think it is?"

"Why don't you tell me?" she asked. "I want to know."

You're paid to know, I wanted to say but instead I leaned back in my chair. "Where's the couch?"

She laughed, "You watch a lot of television."

"No, I don't. You didn't answer my question."

"I don't have one."

"Well," I said, "it looks like you've answered your own question."

She smiled softly, and then looked down at her watch. A sigh of relief left my lips, as I started to stand. Her eyes flitted over to me. "Your session isn't over yet, Alden. You have twenty minutes left."

I plopped back down in the chair, the legs screeching across the floor. "There's no point for me to stay here. I mean, we're not even talking about anything."

"We can talk about something. What do you want to talk about?" she asked, her eyes colored with interest.

"I don't know. Maybe the weather or baseball or American Idol. I really don't care." Her pen was flying across that paper again.

"Baseball is nice," she said, "Do you like baseball?"

"No. It's boring."

"Do you play any sports?"

"Football," I breathed, "I play football."

She nodded her head, as if she were satisfied that I was answering her questions. There was a moment of silence.

"Do you like playing football?"

"It doesn't matter."

"Of course it does," she countered. "What do you like to do?"

I decided to humor her. "Get drunk, get high, go to parties. You know, the stuff jocks do."

This time, she didn't smile. Apparently she couldn't take a joke.

"Alden, I believe you're a smart young man."

I couldn't help laughing. "Flattery isn't going to get me to say jack."

"The point is, I don't think you're like every other jock."

"Think. That's the key word. You don't know anything about me."

"I know enough."

"Whatever," I scoffed.

She tilted her head to the side. "What does it feel like?"

My mouth went dry. My muscles tightened. I knew what she was asking, but I didn't want her to know that. "What does what feel like?"

"Alden, you know what I'm talking about."

"I don't." My eyes were burning now. My veins were freezing. I couldn't breathe.

"You were right, Alden. There's nothing wrong with you. Your father doesn't know anything about you."

I nodded. "I know there's nothing wrong with me, but he thinks I'm crazy."

"Why does he think you're crazy?"

"Because I don't do what he wants me to do. I'm not him. I'm not ever going to be him. I'm..."

She waited.

"I'm finished talking."


When we got home, I locked myself in the bathroom with a fresh packet of Newport's. I needed privacy and my room was off limits. My father took the door off the hinges a couple of days ago. I guess he figured that I wouldn't hold a gun to my head if people could see me do it.

I leaned my head back against the door, blowing out a ring of smoke. It smelled of good days and bad ones. It tasted of happiness and sorrow. As I inhaled and exhaled, I started to remember. The way she talked. The way she smiled. The way she made me feel. I was alive when she was here. And now that she's gone, I don't know what I am. I just don't know.

I took another drag.

My heart felt heavy. My vision was starting to blur. It was coming. I could feel it. Hot and heavy, like blood. They scorched their ways down my cheek and onto the cigarette.

"Why?" I cried. Why? Why? Why? I said it over and over again, but I didn't get an answer. I never got an answer. It was one simple word and no one could answer me. No one. Not even my father or God or me.

I just wanted an answer. That's all I wanted. But no one would give it to me.

And then I saw that gun.

And then everything made sense.

All I had to do was pull the trigger.

That's all I had to do.

But I didn't do it.

I didn't do it and now I'll never know the answer.

The tears came quicker now.

I cried myself to sleep on the bathroom floor.

Tuesday, August 4, 2009

Teaser Tuesday

So, I have a lot of really good news. For one, my computer fixed itself! I want to thank all the lovely Tech people at AW. Though I didn't use any of their advice, it will come in handy if anything should happen again. But I've put all of my writing in a safe place, so if my computer decides to go haywire, well I'll still be able to write.

I've decided to take a break from writing from Victoria's point of view. Mercy (formally entitled Shadow) has four points of views. I know that's crazy, but I'm crazy, so we're a match made in heaven.

Also, Blood Promise comes out in 21 days! I seriously can't wait for it!

Well, anyways, I won't kill y'all with my fangirl squeals so today, I have two teasers. I don't know if that's ever been done in Teaser Tuesday history but I just love this scene from this untitled WIP I have and I feel like sharing.

Untitled snippet

"I was very pleased that he could come. Most of the plumbers I've called hung up on me the moment I told them where I lived."
She seemed baffled and somewhat confused by this and for a moment I wondered if she knew that she was indeed a little weird. And then, my eyes widened. Only a whack job would volunteer to come here, unless he was unaware of what type of person my grandmother was. He probably agrees with half of the stuff Ruby talks about and Nicky is in the kitchen with him. Alone.

I started towards the kitchen, my heart literally in my throat. This guy could be roasting Nicky in a cauldron or performing some kind of satanic ritual that involved the drinking of blood. As I stepped into the kitchen, my eyes swam around the room, only to roll back into my head when they took in the scene.

"Slide your card back in the deck."

Nicky was showing Aiden one of his famous card tricks. He wasn't exactly good at this type of thing but people thought it was cute and usually didn't care. I never took him seriously when he was using 'magic' but this plumber guy seemed just as geeked as Nicky was.

I studied him. He had sleek blond curls that were pulled back into a ponytail. Though furrowed, his eyes were an icy gray. A smile played on his full pink lips as Nicky shuffled the deck of cards. After messily mixing the cards together, Nicky pulled one out and showed it to Aiden. His eyes widened and then he started clapping.
"That was awesome. You're pretty good for a little guy," he said.

Gee thanks Aiden for saying that to him. Now he's going to have a big head for the rest of the week. As if they were just breaking free from their own little world, they looked up at me and Nicky smiled.
"Mel! I did it! I did it!"
"Great," I muttered "you're a real Houdini."
My little brother smiled up at me and then skipped out of the room. I would have told him to stay by my side but what could possibly happen to him inside this house.
"So you must be Nicky's sister. He's said a lot about you." I turned my attention to Aiden, who was standing only inches away from me. My heart thumped in my chest at how close he was. In spite of myself, warmth engulfed my cheeks. I nodded, not really interested in anything he had to say. Though he didn't seem like a nut job or anything, I just didn't feel like talking. Aiden didn't seem to notice.

"I'm Aiden, by the way," he said, holding out his hand.
I stared down at his hand for a moment, wondering at it. Did anybody still shake hands these days? After realizing that I wasn't going to to take it, he returned his arm to his side. "Ruby said you were here to fix a leak."
"Yeah, I'm finished now."
There was another awkward silence between us and then he went back over to the sink and commenced in gathering his tools.
"So, you're going to Dover High."
He didn't say this as a question. It was more like he knew this as a fact and he was just trying to make small-talk.
"Yeah, I guess."
"It's a good school."
"Yeah, I go there."
"Are you a senior?" I asked, flatly.
"No, I'm seventeen. Junior."
He looked up at me, a strand of golden hair falling in front of his right eye. His lips pulled up at the corners, revealing a dimple on his cheek. After picking up the last of his tools, he closed his toolbox and erected his posture.
Something about him just didn't seem right. He was a young guy who seemed normal and yet he was here, at my grandmother's house. Did he not know how crazy she was or was he just doing this for the money?
I watched as he took a glass out of the cupboard. It was the only cupboard with glasses in it because Ruby didn't like mixing her dishes together. Like my father, she was a neat freak. And the only way anyone could know that was if they've been here more than once.
"How often do you come here?" I asked.
"Miss Blake is a nice lady. She gets lonely sometimes, so my sister and I usually come over."
He pulled open the fridge and took out some orange juice.
"Want some?" he asked.
"No, thanks," I replied.
Shrugging, he poured himself a tall glass and put the juice away. I thought he would down his drink and leave but instead he sat across from me. God, couldn't a guy take a hint?
"I have to wait for my brother to come get me," he explained.
I felt my cheeks getting hot. Maybe I wasn't doing a good job hiding my misanthropic behavior after all.

Mercy snippet

The rain fell from the sky like a thousand pieces of shattered glass. It danced across the roof of the car and slid down Gillian's window, making the world look like a giant blur. She stared at the glittery parade, lost in the memories that it held. Amongst the soft pitter patter - the skidding of tires and blood-curdling screams - could be heard. The sounds merged together, painting a clear portrait of the night that changed her life forever. Her throat tightened and soon, her mind was spinning round and round. She could remember the bright lights, the numbness, her sister beside her, there one moment, gone the next. It all happened so fast. Her hand was gripping the steering wheel, her feet were pressed down on the brakes, but there was nothing she could do.

"There was," she whispered, a cool tear sliding down her cheek.

"Excuse me?" The gruff voice shook her out of her reverie. She looked over to find that the taxicab driver was staring at her, his brows furrowed.

"Nothing," she murmured.

"Well, that'll be ten bucks."

Reaching inside her pocket, she pulled out a few soggy bills and handed it to him. He flipped through the money in his gloved hands, counting raspily to himself. He nodded to her when he realized that it was the right amount and she got out, slamming the door shut behind her. She quickly stepped onto the sidewalk, and the car sped away, splashing water onto her bare legs. A chill resonated through her body, and the rain- which had looked like glass- felt like sharpened daggers against her skin. It seeped through her thin jacket, and made her long red hair cling to her face. She could see a bus shelter just ahead. Wrapping her arms around her torso, she moved towards it- only to find that someone was already there.

Monday, August 3, 2009

Books I Want So Bad

How far will Rose go to keep her promise?

The recent Strigoi attack at St. Vladimir’s Academy was the deadliest ever in the school’s history, claiming the lives of Moroi students, teachers, and guardians alike. Even worse, the Strigoi took some of their victims with them. . . including Dimitri.

He’d rather die than be one of them, and now Rose must abandon her best friend, Lissa—the one she has sworn to protect no matter what—and keep the promise Dimitri begged her to make long ago. But with everything at stake, how can she possibly destroy the person she loves most?

For Nora Grey, romance was not part of the plan. She's never been particularly attracted to the boys at her school, no matter how much her best friend, Vee, pushes them at her. Not until Patch came along.

With his easy smile and eyes that seem to see inside her, Nora is drawn to him against her better judgment.

But after a series of terrifying encounters, Nora's not sure who to trust. Patch seems to be everywhere she is, and to know more about her than her closest friends. She can't decide whether she should fall into his arms or run and hide. And when she tries to seek some answers, she finds herself near a truth that is way more unsettling than anything Patch makes her feel.

For Nora is right in the middle of an ancient battle between the immortal and those that have fallen - and, when it comes to choosing sides, the wrong choice will cost her life.

Wyldcliffe Abbey School for Young Ladies, housed in a Gothic mansion on the bleak northern moors, is elite, expensive, and unwelcoming. When Evie Johnson is torn away from her home by the sea to become the newest scholarship student, she is more isolated than she could have dreamed. Strict teachers, snobbish students, and the oppressive atmosphere of Wyldcliffe leave Evie drowning in loneliness.

Evie's only lifeline is Sebastian, a rebellious, mocking, dangerously attractive young man she meets by chance. As Evie's feelings for Sebastian grow with each secret meeting, she starts to fear that he is hiding something about his past. And she is haunted by glimpses of a strange, ghostly girl—a girl who is so eerily like Evie, she could be a sister. Evie is slowly drawn into a tangled web of past and present that she cannot control. And as the extraordinary, elemental forces of Wyldcliffe rise up like the mighty sea, Evie is faced with an astounding truth about Sebastian, and her own incredible fate.

Rebecca couldn't feel more out of place in New Orleans, where she comes to spend the year while her dad is traveling. She's staying in a creepy old house with her aunt. And at the snooty prep school, the filthy-rich girls treat Rebecca like she's invisible. Only gorgeous, unavailable Anton Grey seems to give Rebecca the time of day, but she wonders if he's got a hidden agenda. Then one night, in Lafayette Cemetery, Rebecca makes a friend. Sweet, mysterious Lisette is eager to talk to Rebecca, and to show her the nooks and crannies of the city. There's just one catch: Lisette is a ghost. A ghost with a deep, dark secret, and a serious score to settle. As Rebecca learns more from her ghost friend - and as she slowly learns to trust Anton Grey-she also uncovers startling truths about her own history. Will Rebecca be able to right the wrongs of the past, or has everything been ruined beyond repair?

When Abbey's best friend, Kristen, vanishes at the bridge near Sleepy Hollow Cemetery, everyone else is all too quick to accept that Kristen is dead?and rumors fly that her death was no accident. Abbey goes through the motions of mourning her best friend, but privately, she refuses to believe that Kristen is really gone. Then she meets Caspian, the gorgeous and mysterious boy who shows up out of nowhere at Kristen's funeral, and keeps reappearing in Abbey's life. Caspian clearly has secrets of his own, but he's the only person who makes Abbey feel normal again...but also special.

Just when Abbey starts to feel that she might survive all this, she learns a secret that makes her question everything she thought she knew about her best friend. How could Kristen have kept silent about so much? And could this secret have led to her death? As Abbey struggles to understand Kristen's betrayal, she uncovers a frightening truth that nearly unravels her—one that will challenge her emerging love for Caspian, as well as her own sanity.

* The pictures and summaries all came from

Sunday, August 2, 2009

Exclamation marks aren't allowed in post labels....

So, I happened to be surfing the net and then I saw this article that said "Panic! at the Disco" I am a huge Panic at the Disco fan and I know that they abandoned the exclamation mark a long time ago, so being the overly curious person I am, I clicked on the link only to find out that they freakin' broke up!

WTF? I mean, I really only like Brendon but they just can't break up like this....*cries*

But anyways, their new song, New Perspective, is awesome. I can't get it out of my head.

I just hope that they don't break-up break-up because I couldn't stand to lose a great band like that. And since Maroon 5 is breaking up after their next CD...

Anyways, my computer fixed itself! I don't know what happened but when I turned on my computer everything was back to normal, which is good, because all of my notes for my WIP were on there and I need those notes.

Speaking of my WIP, for now, it's title-less. It was Shadow but I don't like how plain it is. I know the title doesn't matter now but I like writing the title at the top of the page. It makes it seem official, you know?

I changed it to The Death of Me but it's written in third person so...and The Death of Them, hmm, I don't know.

I'm thinking of calling it Mercy for now but I'm sure the title will come along sooner or later.

Okay, off to write! Have fabulous days everyone!

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