The Author (preview)

"She wanted something unique, something hopeful.  And as she searched section by section in the stuffy town library her thoughts kept coming back to the first book she had laid eyes on that day.  The rough, maroon novel.  The ending had been planted into her brain like a flourishing oak, twisting and entwining into her very existence.  She couldn’t shake the possibility of its truth.  The words as delicate as the paper it had been written upon yet as powerful as the tree that had birthed the paper itself.  Every other book seemed bland, and she knew if she were to open their thick spines she would not taste the spice in the air..."