When Ciestess arrives in our new world, her first thought is something completely pointless. < Cold… I’m cold again… < … I HATE the cold. >
Ok, let me admit something right off the bat: I’ve wondered more than a few times whether I actually remember anything about my early childhood at all. Yeah, see, I might’ve just made it all up from pieces of different lives I’ve lived in other worlds. And since I can’t go back and check, I’ll probably never have an answer, either.
A sneak peek at my upcoming novel -- and a request of you, dear reader: If you’re willing, I’d like to tell you about my homeworld. Or, rather, my home dimension.
A short scene inspired by/A memory jogged by some songs I was listening to.
(Connected to the Crossroad of Infinity series.)