January 28th, 1997 Edinburgh Scottland
In a small café named the Mammoth House, a lanky woman with hair the color of rust could be seen sitting alone at a table in the back of the café.
On the small, blue table before her was a large notebook where she had been scribbling down the ending of a riveting tale that she had spent the last year or so trying to rewrite.
Having been excited for the last few months ever since she officially got her new title contracted with a reputable publishing company, she was now in the process of making the changes to the story that her editor had recommended to ensure not to segregate any potential new readers.
With the deadline for publication drawing near, June 26th to be precise, the pressure was building for the young author named Jennifer Rowing, as this was the first time one of her books had been picked up to be published.
