As I live and breathe...

I must say, I am always left spellbound when I read your stories. The thought, the image, the words, and the tone in which you write your fictions, always paints a very beautiful picture in my mind.

_{Who knows, one of these days... I might just compose a nocturne inspired by one of your writings. Don't quote me on that, but I just might.}

Anyway, enough with the cheesy remarks, let's get on with it then:

I loved this story and I must say, Jany was quite the hero! You know at first, I thought she was just imagining all this in her head or perhaps I just got lost a little in the magic of your fancy descriptions lol but all the same, she still decided to risk it all and dive into the burning house

I wonder though, that ending... How very vague. Who was that man? Her father? Or some random stranger who thinks burning houses are a miracle? Lol