They came visiting in dreams, a gangly pack of Rackham gnomes, with long skinny arms and legs and eyes like saucers, dry-voiced like cattails rattling in the wind. Their tunics and trousers were a motley brown, their green and yellow caps pushed down unruly thatches of wild hair. Sometimes she se...
“Don’t worry,” Gwi said. “We’ll get the Jack free.” Oh, I hope so, Kate thought. She gave the forester a quick smile, but returned to her worrying all the same. Both Kate and Gwi eyed the result of Finn’s handiwork with a certain dubious concern. Lying on the grass betwe...