My very first plane ride? It wasn’t great. In fact, it was downright terrible.

I grew up here, in the library with books instead of parents and stories instead of friends. I have spent the past twenty years of my life in the Draethym and yet I still have not mapped out the entire library, and that isn’t due to lack of effort. Although I have gotten close, I still don’t know if the end might even be near. I don’t even know if there is an end.

You have a better option to get to places faster, be more efficient, and have fun! It’s called cycling.

Grab your favorite yarn and get ready to crochet your very own fluffy octopus—from little keychains to soft plushies, this fun pattern is how it all started for me, and now it’s your turn!

We were not chosen to protect the world, we were broken to protect him.

A sunrise greeted me, one too beautiful to be wasted on this day. Every corner, every inch, sobbing was present, not the ones found in a tower with a pretty princess, but the type that violently clawed and thrashed, voices cracking in agony.