Reading through the completed manuscripts of my Spell Carriers series has had an unintended side effect: I’m dreaming about them. This is way cool. Even the one where I was stalking a Trook through a house was way cool.
Last night it was Banhaks. He was coming home from being in prison for ten years.
So, basically, the beginning of book III. My gosh.
And I got to hug him, and it was awesome.
Good job brain.