It’s a bit hard to fathom that after all these months of preparation, The Blood-Tainted Winter is actually venturing out into the world.
I feel as though I should walk the streets of London as my own tiny parade and a big sign announcing that today is, in fact, different from yesterday. I’d have balloons, of course, a big, colorful bunch of them. Maybe candy to throw. That seems like a good idea. But no Tootsie Rolls.