Epilogue

SAGE

And they lived happily ever after.

What? You were expecting something else? Like maybe they would explode or someone would find some way to tear them apart? Or that it was a hallucination or dream?

No. I said; Happily. Ever. After. And I fucking meant it. I swear, some people just can’t enjoy nice things.

And the talking raccoons didn’t cause any problems or mischief, ever.

The end; for real this time.

Want more Evenloch Tales? Check out book two: When Petals Fall.

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