Mink Wells is an acclaimed goblin author with a lot of enemies. rival authors have hounded her for most of her career. not because they hate her work, no, because they’re obsessed with it. from plagiarism, to slander, to typewriters set on fire, they’ve done everything they could to get her to stop writing. she’s just so good at it! its disgusting!!!! and everything is always on time? bullshit. and rumor has it she’s only had to knife fight a editor once? and she won? super mega bullshit 64.
she had to go.
but she hasn’t gone. she hasn’t gone in the countless years she’s seen her rivals come and go. and everybody is stumped because what they haven’t told each other is that there have been invites to tea with cyanide-laced almond cookies and late night work sessions with hand axes taped under office chairs and mysteriously large sticks backstage at book signings. she’s always back at work the next day.
actually, no.
there was one time she missed a day. the only time she was ever late. she was very young, just starting on her second novel, when the murder happened. a frustrated and aggressive rival, a break-in, a knife against her throat. they found him in a pool of blood in front of her writing desk. she didn’t react more than answering questions to the police milling around as she continued her work. treatment was refused. she wore a thick scarf that she refused to take off. things had to get done after all, and she’d already wasted enough time.
so is she just a fast healer, or is she a litch who is completely powered by tea and spite? no one knows. its one thing to attempt murder on someone, its another to , you know, ask about it. the answer is probably terrifying. she is terrifying.
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