Those Grimm brothers," she said with a sigh, "they'll never amount to anything." And she was right because all they ever became was writers.
Vivian Vande VeldeThey'd poisoned me, dammit. Probably to trade my dead body to the barbarians for Wulfgar's safe return. Or maybe just for the fun of it.
Vivian Vande VeldeThe wolf sniffed beneath the door to be sure this was a human cottage. The scent was undeniable. No pigs, except in bacon form. The wolf thought bacon form was a very sensible way for pigs to behave.
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