Being a character would be a miserable life, methinks. You’re constantly having the worst of the worst happen to you, your own author is trying to break you as much as possible, and your best friends are dying all around you. (Or you’re dying, as being a side character increases those chances by 31.29838%.) However, the lovely thing about being a character is that you can be sixteen two years ago, seventeen last year, and sixteen again this year because your author is going back and editing– all while being only two years old, because your name wasn’t written on paper until two years ago.
All that to say– Em Renee Gades turns… 18? Maybe? Two?
And as celebration, I ask you to enjoy these lovely pictures from her Pinterest Board.
E. K. Seaver 
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