Editing Timeless Love has reached that brutal stage when it is more slaughter than anything else. All those cool sub-plots and great scenes that felt so awesome and important when I wrote them. Now it is time to take a long, hard look and kill off the ones that doesn’t bring anything to the story. So, goodbye, masquerade ball scene, see you later, haunted self playing piano. And farewell, Edwardopus. Half-man, half-octopus, you were my favourite. Perhaps we will meet again in another story.