After midnight

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The Author woke up, knowing that she was not alone.

Simply opening her eyes proved that her instinctive feeling was correct. The bed was enveloped in a seafoam-colored, glowing mist. Surrounding the bed were dozens of people.

All were costumed more-or-less outlandishly. Some looked irritated, some angry, but none were happy. All were familiar.

"Oh, awake at last, are you?" asked a handsome man with silver-streaked hair and silver eyes, who just happened to be the spitting image of actor Michael Praed. "It's about time. We have a few bones to pick with you."

The Author scooted herself up into the headboard, trying to get as far away from the mob as possible, and addressed the speaker. "Um—Vanyel—before you say or do anything rash, I think you should know that you're probably one of the most popular characters in my books—"

Vanyel snorted. "Popular. Popular! And that's supposed to make up for what you did to me? It's not enough to give me the family from Hell, it's not enough to make me gay in a hostile redneck society, oh no, you've got to kill off my first love in the first book and make me go an entire trilogy pining after him, like some kind of medieval soap opera! And then you write me

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