“um OP don’t you know you’re supposed to have blankets on your bed that you never come into physical contact with” I’m sorry that you live in Actual Real Hell my friend but here in the world of the living I like to be able to rest comfortably without worrying that shifting in my sleep will cause my skin to explode by coming into contact with the Blanket of Forbidden Texture
“There is no law that gods must be fair, Achilles,” Chiron said. “And perhaps it is the greater grief, after all, to be left on earth when another is gone. Do you think?” - The Song of Achilles by Madeline Miller.
I don’t even know if I finished this book, but I love it. It’s just one of those books that I didn’t want to end, I wanted it to last forever and to live in it.
The Whomping Willow is a very valuable, very violent species of magical plant. Whomping Willows will attack anyone and anything that comes within range of its branches. A deciduous plant, its limbs function as arms and any damage to them must be treated in much the same way.
Yesterday I drove around Harpers Ferry & Boliver, WV, prowling for a very particular scene setting in the Dreamer Trilogy. There’s unfortunately no way to be inconspicuous in my car, so I’m sorry, citizens of tiny Harpers Ferry, if I looked as if I was casing your town for valuables.