Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed

"Overseas?"

"Yes, these two books are topping the charts in electronic and physical sales in Southeast Asia."

Madge was stunned again, "I had no clue these books were even published abroad..."

"I've done some rough calculations, and over the years, 'The Assassin's Art' and 'Desolate School' have brought in at least five..." Roseanne stretched out a hand.

"Five hundred thousand?" Norris guessed.

"Come on, Dad, think bigger."

"...Five million?!"

Roseanne shook her head, "Fifty million. And that's a conservative estimate."

Norris was speechless.

taking her hand, "I know you must be feeling a mix of emotions right now, but the past is

stings, but seeing your work go unnoticed that really hurts. I mean, how many good writing years does one even have?" Madge

years but haven't published to an editor. Go see

a deep

night, soft sobs could be heard from the guest room, along with

awake, staring at

Norris

office building and past lunchtime, the shop

lounged lazily at the counter, yawning at the sound

man with a square jaw, wearing black-framed glasses, a

door's noise caught his attention, and he quickly stood up, making his way toward Madge. "Ms. Wood, good day, I'm Stoner

brief nod to Roseanne and Norris, he suggested, "Shall we

a chair for her and ordered a lemon water as per her disinterested

previous day, she had been in a state of detachment, overwhelmed by a

her career to Nadine, never doubting her integrity

hurt, there was no