Columbine said, flopping on to one hip and turning her back to him. The grass was soft against her scratched-up feet, and she curled it in her toes.“Throw it!” he screeched happily.“It’s not for throwing.”“Come on, let’s play hot potato. Stephan and Errol and the others want to.”“Go get a potat...
he muttered, plodding over to the bouquet. Each flower had cost him more than he’d ever imagined spending on a plant. And I don’t even know if she likes tulips. What am I thinking? He tapped a fingertip against the thick green stems, shaking his head.The door swung open behind him, with the s...
Volman said, continuing to inspect the latest bundles of greenery brought in from the gardens. The branches were ragged and irregular, less like they’d been deliberately pruned and more like a storm had blown them out of the trees. Does anyone in this palace know how to do their jobs anymore? h...