How do I know I made the right decision to skip to All Shapes as the next novel to prepare for publication?
'The woman put the blade to the flesh of the first rabbit. Before she cut through, a howl broke the silent night.
The trees shook with the treble moan, leaves driving the echo into the open yard, and the woman shivered. The sound seized her heart; like the last breath of a murdered man, or a scream of jealousy, but all wrapped up in the angry throat of a wolf. The oaks pressed around her and she said, "My God!'
That's how I know.
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