Bethanie frowned slightly. "His glass eye was stolen while he was alive?" Bethanie asked, "or he was a ghost with a glass eye?" She supposed in a magical world there was no reason there couldn't be a ghost with a glass eye. It would certainly be unusual enough to be worth writing about, Bethanie thought. "How is he stopping everyone leaving?" She pushed her glass away, turning to watch the crowd. There was no sign of anyone making their way into the cinema yet, so Bethanie assumed they were safe for a few more minutes. She'd have to remember to suggest popcorn before they went in, though, because she remembered how much Laurel had liked it last time.
"It sounds very exciting," she added. "Do you have an idea of how long it's going to be?" Bethanie's taste in fantasy fiction meant she was quite used to series, but she didn't know if Laurel was planning more than one book. "I'm a little jealous," she admitted. "I'd like to write, but I just don't have the motivation. Or the ideas."