Apr 18, 2016
∞ (pick a child, any child)
send one for a kind gesture; ∞ my muse reading to your muse
“Then Scarlet kicks Silas solidly in the stomach.” Hel read aloud, trying not to laugh at the absurdity of the action. She was about half way through the book about seven year wolves and girls growing beyond their age. When she looked across the couch at her grandson, she smiled and lowered the book to her lap, a finger carefully marking the page. “You see? It’s not the usual story, is it?” she asked, wanting his opinion on what was one of her favourite fairytale retellings.
