Wherever I go, this is the way it is by now.
“Miss Rust, when are you planning to release your new novel Priscilla?”
Paris, London, New York, Berlin, Florence like now. Scenery varies, languages vary. Everything varies – but the questions are always the same.
“Your readers throughout the world yearn to read a new adventure. Won’t you disappoint them?”
God forbid that I disappoint my fans! Elizabeth Rust is at your service, readers around the world. Please, do your thing, here is a new adventure to be read. Don’t bother to worry about me, after all, I don’t have problems – it’s enough that I churn out one novel after another and you’ll be all happy… Who knows whether you’ve ever wondered what I want?
“According to some rumors, you would like to close the series by making Priscilla die in the next book. But the publisher doesn’t accept this choice, causing the delay of the book release. Can you confirm or deny this rumor?”
To kill Priscilla? This one would really be a good idea… I should seriously think it over. It would require something tragic – a plane crash or some poison. Killed by a betrayed lover. This would be a great end for Priscilla. A harsh blow and it’s over. I would immediately get rid of this nightmare that has been haunting me for too many years now. Finally, I would be free to write what I really want…