J’ai tant neigé pour que tu dormes
You, leaning by me in the bowing grass
To be a matter when there’s no question
Hi, Honey! Oh, Granny is so glad to see y
My name is Elizabeth Wellington.
There is an evil to him that goes beyond the worst I have read in books or seen in movies—an evil far more threatening than the shadowy figures I bring to life in my stories.
It is a cold February day as the city labours through the aftermath of a blizzard.