Sam tosses the kite up into the air, shading her eyes as it wobbles in the cold wind. The fabric ripples and snaps, tie-cord thrumming.
Read MoreTheir voices hummed inside her ears, burrowing deep inside her brain until her very soul thrummed with their presence.
Read MoreI crouch on the edge of the fountain and stare at my lack of reflection in the silver water. “What is it, Shadow?” Jeyt clicks at my shoulder.
Read MoreI wake to the voice of the storm, flashes of crimson lightning painting cracks across the wall.
Read MoreWe swim in the tepid water of the lake, limbs turning pink beneath the yellow sun. My hair floats around me, tangling with Cora’s fingers
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