Letting Life Lead
“Price? Your tongue. Much I could do with it.” He licked his lips.
“Rupahu, Deceiver! Interfere and your claim is forfeit. You will return it — unsullied,” Ariel demanded.
“That’s me. Done! Now, clever one, that pretty tongue. Pity — you didn’t bargain for painless.”
writing, traveling, and tap dancing around town.
The place where all the things I write live
Writer and procrastinator
Warden of Words // Shaper of Stories
Bewitching Journey of Words to Meaning
This is the story of building a cottage , the people and the place. Its a reminder of hope and love.
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Just your average PhD student using the internet to enhance their CV