Dreaming Talyn

I dreamed the next section of Talyn so fully and in such detail that I was actually surprised and disappointed when I opened the manuscript this morning and it wasn’t there.

So now I’m typing in the dream I had before waking. This so rarely happens to me that it was almost a unique event — but when the muses hand you a gift, you take it and smile and run like hell before they change their minds.

So. Back to pages, before the edge wears off.