(for hour 8—condense book prompt)   Sweet Jane     When Jane ran from my grand home, indignant and penniless I feared she’d succumb to diseases of her orphan childhood   My Sweet Jane   Though her brilliant mind and steadfast morals I would sully…

Lyra and her daemon moved through the darkening hall, taking care to keep to one side, out of sight of the kitchen. A daemon’s after me darkening my door, No clue if it’s bad or good It lingers in the hall While I try to…