This book highlighted the good in many of the characters, as all of the aforementioned characters are mostly good people, but ultimately, their flaws are what drive the plot, as is often the case in life itself. You probably noticed that I didn’t mention Willowbud, and that’s because we haven’t really met Willowbud yet. You might say, “White Walls, Willowbud was herself in the third chapter!” and you would only be half-right. That Willowbud you met had resigned herself to becoming blowjob a slave, because she had nowhere else to turn. If Astrid Skyborne wasn’t also in that cage, you can bet Willowbud would never have freed herself. We’ll explore that later in the next chapter The Creators. In closing, I’d like to thank two readers who’ve been very supportive. 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