When her mother dies, fifteen-year-old Keelie Heartwood is forced to leave her beloved California to live with her nomadic father at a renaissance festival in Colorado. After arriving, Keelie finds men in tights and women in trailer trash-tight bodices roaming half-drunk, calling each other lady ...
His perma-sneer was plastered on his face.The afternoon was eerily silent. The road between Admin and the food courts was usually busy, but she and Elianard were alone. Ol’ Sneer-a-nard didn’t intimidate Keelie, but if a yard gnome with sharp teeth and a red cap appeared with him, she’d bolt.“I t...
From what she'd heard, the fae could find a loophole in any rule and exploit it. She didn't like the sound of the fairies' laughter, and she could tell that Fala and Salaca loved to create problems. Given the apprehension in her companions' faces, it was clear that everyone knew they had to keep ...
She didn’t answer. Keelie looked up at the empty space above the fireplace. Mom’s carved portrait would look good up there. She crossed her arms over her chest. She didn’t know why she was thinking about Mom right now, because Dad was about to demand answers about the vamp...
Keelie glared at Knot. “You brought me all the way down here, for what?” Knot raced up to Hrok and Keelie followed.Well met, Hrok. Everything okay here?Hrok’s face pushed through the bark. Most certainly, Tree Shepherdess. How goes your faire? Have you met goblins there? We’ve seen them in their ...
It was the only bright sound in the strange, muffled atmosphere of the fog. At least it was much better than the noise the jester had made the day before, Keelie thought as she hurried up the misty path toward the Heartwood shop. She’d had a good night’s sleep despite the ...