Editor

Somehow the estate had landed back into his hands, he accepted this as an act of fate and did not question it, but he would never return to the place of his childhood, the halls clinged to his memories of happier times. His sister before her body became too weak to support itself, his mother, before the fever took her, and his father before the attack. He still recalled the event, the cold night after swimming in the pond, his father calling for him, the demon ripping his heart out and devouring it

I talked with Qleo, her uncle is an author, I'm hoping that she'll read my manuscript, love it, and put in an amazing word with his editor for me.

At this point I just need an editor, the perfect editor who is willing to fight for my work...the Christmas deadline doesn't even look bad anymore.

I broke a tea cup this morning, and I cried. I mourned for the delicious tea that it could have held and the crisp smells it could have given....I love tea. I love everything about it, I love drinking it, smelling it, tasting it, brewing it, I love the sophistication it implies.

Oh tea, I <3 you.