"Then it's real?" Surprised, Mrs. Cooper asked, "I always thought he was a bit strange, but I thought that working on the farm, you know, man's work, would cure him..." embarrassed, the religious woman continued, "may the Lord forgive him," looking up to the sky, she finished.
Author's Note: This is the first part of a three-part chapter that I currently have stored, awaiting editing. However, it's easily over 10,000 words, and fully editing and proofreading it would take some time. I'm considering two options for its release. Would you prefer that I continue breaking up larger chapters into smaller chunks, releasing them periodically as I've been doing? This would result in a faster release rate. Alternatively, would you like me to finish editing the entire chapter before releasing it, providing a smoother reading experience with fewer cliffhangers? Slower release rate though.
A goblin spell blade in the world of Goblin slayer
The soup was good, but not the best. Average good ol soup. After I finished eating? Drinking? Eh, whatever. I went straight to bed. Why? Because I want to get back out there, die a few more times and get a few more quirks, we will see when we get there.