“Quoi?” Evelyn said without realizing that she was speaking like the Nouvelle France colonists. (What?)
Grace giggled and Evelyn followed suit once she realized her slip up. I think I’ll need to take a long break after this piece.
She looked at her statue before those eyes moved to the model and found her second wind. I’d hate to leave this project unfinished for too long.
“The kitchen,” Grace repeated to give her a moment to formulate a reply. “They keep live humans…”
Disclaimer: This novel is an work in progress and readers may encounter grammatical errors and inconsistencies. Please view this a draft and not a published work.
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