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He Who Shall Not Be Named

(a MOLLY McADAMS novella-ette

that has nothing to do with Harry Potter)

 

**PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE DO NOT READ THIS IF YOU HAVE

NOT READ DECEIVING LIES YET. SPOILERS BELOW.**

 

 

Well there's no point in lying about it, might as well just tell y'all how it all went down now! 


 

 

One day, long ago ... yesterday ... I came to the horrifying realization that I left Rachel Ryan extremely pregnant at the end of DECEIVING LIES. She and Kash were expecting a son - which he was so grateful for since his eighteen month-ish old twin girls were already proving to be a handful. Why was this so horrifying, you ask? Well, in TRUSTING LIAM - a story in which I bring the FORGIVING LIES series and TAKING CHANCES series together, and is set about twenty-ish years in the future - there is no son. And by "no son", I don't mean something happened to him. I mean I completely forgot about him, so there is no mention of him whatsoever.

 

Thanks to a good friend and her quick publicist-thinking mind, we decided that he was a Navy Seal overseas on a mission. A mission so super secret that he couldn't even be mentioned in TRUSTING LIAM. I let all the girls in my "Molly McAdams's Support Group" know what was going on as I found out about it/decided on it, and the BEST Facebook thread ever came about. I decided that if anyone else noticed he was missing, I would only answer with "He's overseas."

 

- "Molly, where's the brother?" ... "He's overseas."

 

- "Molly, did you forget about the brother?" ... "He's overseas."

 

- "Molly, what sandwiches do you like?" ... "He's overseas."

 

Somehow he started getting compared to Lord Voldemort, except our "Unnamed Ryan" was much hotter since he was a Seal and had a nose, and my super amazing, super forgiving readers were demanding that I write his story. A story that wasn't a "short story" or a "novella" but a story all its own. A "novella-ette"...

 

So I did.

 

Exactly how it should be. And here it is for all of you, below. (No, I promise you, you aren't seeing it incorrectly. Just keep scrolling.)

THERE IS FREEDOM WAITING FOR YOU,
ON THE BREEZES OF THE SKY,

AND YOU ASK "what if i fall?"

OH BUT MY DARLING,

what if you fly?

-ERIN HANSON

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