May 4
Winter’s Grip turned a year old on the first, but my internet went out before I could post this, and then I got distracted and tired, which feels correct for a story about two people who embody almost.
Anyway. Happy belated birthday to Book One. You are one year old. You have a fedora, authority issues, a body count, and a suspicious relationship with municipal infrastructure.
And because this thing would not exist in its current shape without the people who have held my hand, read drafts, listened to me spiral, helped me keep going when I wanted to quit, and kept me from wandering into the sea. My endless love to my betas and friends (who I will tag when I have had more sleep). My whole little murderboard support ecosystem. <3
