A young man, twenty-six in age, sat down at his desk and looked at the first thing that laid there.
Brendan Tyler worked at the largest publishing office in the wizarding world. Most of the time, the books that came through were pretty boring, badly written and a complete waste of his time. But there was something about this parcel that made him wonder. He was getting hat tingly feeling looking at it.
This only happened to books that he was sure would become a best seller.
He ripped open the brown parcel and pulled out the pages. The person had hand written the pages in neat, tidy black ink with a largish sized, though very neat, hand writing style.
The title of the book, an autobiography, caught his attention. He'd heard of the place, Fangtasia, especially after the incident with that… girl…
Oh, it was written by her, now this was interesting.