“Once upon a time, we fought demons together. Now we are older, wiser. We give our demons different names. And no names at all. This is not a story about growing up. It is a story about thinking you had grown up already. And finding it wasn’t that simple after all.” Hopeless, Maine, Inheritance …
I can’t recall ever starting to read a book with a nice cup of tea, with rose scented candles flickering on the table and soft Celtic melodies playing in the background. But there was something about this cover. A hint of magic as I touched it. Hauntingly beautiful, a friend said once, which is all …
Mitriel Faywood 