The Billionaire's Debt-Bride
I heard his voice in the Vermont cellar, clear and resonant across the four hundred miles of mountains and forests.
"What's the rule, Thomas?" I asked.
"A world without a script is a world without a cage."
The "Billionaire's Debt-Bride" was a title from a story that no longer existed. I looked at Damian, his face etched with the lines of a man who had finally found his own work, and at Bianca, the daughter of our enemy who had become the architect of our peace.
"The story flows nicely," Damian said, echoing the very first reader from the very first day.