5-6 chapters a week.  A fantasy epic about a tree too big for its forest, people too small for their stories, and both of them together too bright for a world so dark and hateful.  - "The Grove Hospes? What's that, a drink?" "Depends on how drunk you are. Cause the Hospes ain't a place for the sober, you know? You walk through the front door... and bam, a branch smacks you on your arse. Then you get up, and some crazy witch tries to slip into your head. Don't listen to her. And tell the snake he looks nice, he remembers everything. And on and on, up through the... the fungal fumigations and the, uh, fantastical fantasies. But don't worry, you'll get used to it. Cause the Hospes ain't a place to remember, but it remembers your place. What a dream I stayed awake for."  - Oh, the tree is called the Grove Hospes. And the people, well... there's an amnesiac legend here, and a narcissistic snake there, and every other fool that tries to shine, all in between. The world doesn't like it, but they'll try. Hope you enjoy reading, and thank you. It will be a long ride.