I write YA/NA fantasy and read across multiple genres.
The forest was wild and untamed, and the silence of the children, who hide amongst them, hung in the air as they waited. A sound came, the crack of a branch, the rustle of leaves as someone took flight from the underbrush.
By Alyssa Cormier4 years ago in Fiction
“There weren’t always dragons in the Valley,” Daelon muttered. He crouched low to the ground, deep in the cover of the underbrush. His face twisted, and his voice lowered, mocking. “There weren’t always dragons in the Valley.”
