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When painting a room, beware the corners!

Prince Phillip burst through the final door, into chamber of the evil Lord Drakk.

“Let her go Drakk!”

Lord Drakk chortled. “My dear Prince, you seem to have forgotten something…. Your sword!” Lord Drakk lept forward, pinning Phillip to the door as…

…as the author racked her brains. It was vital that the hero had already used and lost his sword. Half the book was about the quest to forge it, to kill the dragon guardian. With his military background, Lord Drakk would always have a weapon handy. And it was unthinkable that the two wouldn’t meet alone — Drakk because his minions would have fled or already be dead, and Philip because he would never allow anyone to follow him into such danger.

Glancing at the clock, the she thought about how the completed story was due in just a few hours. There was only one way left to proceed.

… as Philip smiled at Drakk and said, “Did I ever tell you about my big sister?”

TO BE CONTINUED IN BOOK 2.

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