Hello, one and all!
Yes, I get the fact you haven't heard from me in a while. And I'm sorry. But, the point is, after a billion protesting reviews—"billion" being an exaggeration—about how I couldn't just end it there, and I couldn't leave them hanging, yada yada yada . . .
Well, long story short, I decided to finally work myself up and restart Nightfall.
I know most of you probably don't give a crap, because it's been so long, and if you don't act fast, then you lose your reviewers. A few people have come back, and I'll have to say thank you for that. But for those of you who are interested, and just don't know about it, check out my profile.
Nightfall is up.
And guess what? I already have chapters 2 and 3 written down, and I'm almost ready to start four, so it's not a fluke or anything. I'm really going to finish it.
So, for those of you who haven't given up on this story, I just wanted to let you guys know what the deal was.
Here's the full summary in Cara's POV, since FF is annoying and only let's me put like 20 words:
Wow. I didn't know politics in the vampiric world were so confusing. I've never been one for politics, that's for sure, but it seemed like now I was going to have to get used to it. I was in the Powder Keg, to put it bluntly. Or, more specifically, I was the Powder Keg. If I didn't play my cards right, there'd be a war going on between the wolves and the Volturi, and whoever they could rack up.
Not to mention I had to help Aida with that request of hers. And I also wanted out. For the rest of eternity.