Initially, If You Would Friend a Tiger was going to have seven chapters.
Then, during the final edits, an epilogue came along and clubbed me over the head. I woke up in a back alley with several small onomatopoeia rifling through my pockets, looking for loose grammar. It was only when I disguised myself as Adam West’s Batman that they became my allies and helped me fight my way home again.
Soon (I hope), the tale shall be complete.
And then, on to the next.