You’ve heard of twenty lonely writers who have dreamed a song to remember, of justice with knights and their ladies Emily and Elizabeth, of nightmares with yellow-fanged monsters and demons crawling through the fine print, of love for Valentines and donuts, of chaos where she couldn’t let go of her elderly cares, and of horses who were never harmed in the making of this book? Then, come peer into the window to view a room of idle commitment and foundational faults, not forgetting to drop by for supper.
