AddieKlein

Introduction

by AddieKlein

Chapter 1 in Bloomborn

*Deep in the forest, twixt blackest boughs,* *Upon a verdant hill,* *By bones of suited suitors scorned,* *A hidden grove sleeps still.* *Few may enter in its midst;* *Fewer still may leave.* *Yet many come to seek the hand* *Of a damsel wreathed in leaves.* *They say she...