The last thing she remembered was Dee’s instruction to wait until the moon hit the Qayom Malak in precisely the right place before the ceremony of the three relics could begin. What time was it? Rays of sunlight streamed through the mouth of the cave. A warm hand squeezed her shoulder. She turned...
Luce’s cucumber sandwich fell from her fingers and bounced off her teacup, leaving a glob of mayonnaise on the lace-embroidered table-cloth. Dee beamed at them. There was an almost impish gleam in her golden eyes that made her look more like a teenager than a woman many hu...