by Korah Winters
A work-in-progress and a slow-burn adventure of a female half-goblin.After father's death two years ago, things got progressively worse. Mother fell ill, the town shunned us, and our small home in the wilds fell into disarray. After rescuing a small, half-dead, eight-year-old human boy and nursing him back to health, my already shaky existence was tipped over completely. Things were not as they seemed. I soon found out why I had to struggle these past years and why the rare stone my father left me whispered to me at night.
