In the distant hills of Iceland, there’s an area concealed by bumps and divots, flushed with an entire spectrum of lush and vibrant greens. Intermittently sprinkled in the shallows of the hill, budding plants contrast the dark olive background with…
until my first novel…
In the distant hills of Iceland, there’s an area concealed by bumps and divots, flushed with an entire spectrum of lush and vibrant greens. Intermittently sprinkled in the shallows of the hill, budding plants contrast the dark olive background with…