“When she got back from taking Cassie to school Fancy knew that she ought to be working on her wilderness romance. She had promised thirty thousand words to her editor by tomorrow, and she had only written eleven. Specifically:

His rhinoceros smelled like a poppadom: sweaty, salty, strange and strong.

Her editor would cut that line.” ~ Jaclyn Moriarty, The Spell Book of Listen Taylor

I would too . . .

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