Author Page: Emory Glass
A cozy dark fantasy to pair with a mug of mulled cider.
Two roads diverged in a blooded wood, yet Her heart-burl lain cross both.
An uncommon, intimate look at fantasy: to see not the forest nor even a lone tree, but the ongoings of a solitary, seasoned branch. A delightful weave of writing that steadfastly veils the outside until hollowed interior is permitted to endure no longer.
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