Writing An Epic Novels & Stories

Would that even be possible? Wine! He needed wine. He found his way around the house and grabbed a few bottles. Then, he returned to the living room and let his whole weight fall on a couch. He found a way out. The wine would help. Without sparing a single second, he ripped the seal of a bottle and emptied it all in a twinkle of an eye. Then, be moved to the next and to the next. Before he could know it, a few empty bottles were littered on the floor. But he was still not okay. He grabbed the last bottle and was about to empty it when Lucy stormed in.

His fountain pen moved with a rhythmic, scratching sound that was the literal heartbeat of their world. "An epilogue is a dangerous thing, Lyra Thorne," the Author said, his voice sounding like the wind through the pines of a thousand years ago. "It’s where the 'Reader' expects the 'Lesson' to be summarized. It’s where the 'Ache' is supposed to be put to rest. By coming here, you have 'Re-opened' the wound."