The heroine in my Romantasy Book Two is a war caster: a master swordswoman, bullseye hitting archer, and stealthy huntress. She struggles to read—the runes seemingly twist and flip on the page no matter how hard she consentrates—and she must face her worst nightmare while protecting the kingdom: a poetry reading. So here I am, writing a variety of poems based on my characters’ personalities and their points of view, attempting to match their skill (some admittedly better than mine!) under Mischief’s judgy-eyed stare.


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