Today you would have turned 31, but death cut you off at 29. Your last words still ring in my ears: Promise me that you’ll publish it–that you’ll publish all of it. I promised then and I promise it again now because you asked it off me. I will publish it–all of it. I had hoped to unleash the first installment of Sarn’s story as an ebook today, as a birthday present to you. I’m sorry sis. I tried. I have too much to do yet and I still have to go to work tomorrow. No, don’t shake your head. Don’t … Continue reading For My Sister