And no, that is not a euphenism.
2,719 words today on NaNoWrimo. 40,101/50,000 total this month.
So, since the last time I posted about Fealty on here, I’ve gone from ‘adorably awkward first date’ to ‘claymore mine loaded with cold iron ball bearings.’
(Cold iron in this case being defined as cold hammered cast iron. I’d hate to be the poor bastard tasked with making the shrapnel for claymore mines).
Someone was expecting Fae. They caught some. Including our poor battered Changeling protagonist.
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