It’s NaNoWriMo… sort of

I’m going to finish this novel, and I’m going to be proud of myself for doing it.

The Illusion Conundrum, Part V: Excerpt #2

He couldn’t remember a time before wind. Always, it had followed him. Through his childhood, adolescence, adulthood. The windlings were a race of people born from the very air itself, created from the swirling rage of the gods thousands of years ago.