The landlords at the inns were always glad to sell them some feed for Lumpkin – at inflated prices, of course. The taverners were always glad to sell them food and drink, or to give them others’ leftovers in exchange for a bit of free entertainment for the other diners.

No respect, though. Not from anybody.

Okay, I might as well admit it: An angel didn’t come down from heaven, touch me onna head, and say, “Go thou forth and WRITE!” Novel Reads asked me, and I told them how it really happened. I found a copy of THE 10TH KINGDOM…

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