Welcome to the Good Thyme Inn They dashed north along the road to Dawndorrel. Into the dark woods Grilled had once been told were infested with bandits. The woods were he sometimes played at being the bandit so he could rob or murder the guests who had failed to pay for ‘protection.’ He supposed there would be real bandits in that forest now. Grilled just stood there, his arm around Aubergine, as they watched the flames reach higher and brighter. Behind the inn, the sky was so peaceful, the twinkling pink stars and three of Aloutia’s moons a calm that felt dissonant to the chaos below. Burning, burning, burning, this inn and the hatred in the pit of Grilled’s stomach. Burning until there was nothing but ash.
I JUST FINISHED THE FIRST DRAFT OF MY NOVEL
(I'm gonna have an epigraph-like epilogue)(I also have a LOT of scenes to add and some to delete, so I have a *lot* more work yet to do)