It’s been a week since The Tangled Moon Chronicles Volume One collection slipped out into the world, cloak swirling dramatically behind it like it rehearsed the moment in a mirror.
I’ve been sitting with the strange quiet that follows release day — that hush where the book is no longer mine, not really. It’s out wandering the night now, tapping on windows, whispering its secrets to whoever lets it in.
Every time I finish a book, I think I’ll feel triumphant. Instead, it’s more like watching a creature I raised unfold its wings and vanish into the dark. Proud. A little haunted. A little relieved.
If you’ve already started reading it, thank you for opening the door when it knocked.
If not, what’s wrong with you?! Just joking, I know you’ve already read it. 🖤🤭🖤
Darcy Branwyn 
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