When she crested the nearest hill, her breathing labored, her lungs burning, Sugar Snap Farms came into view. The memory of the last time she was there came flooding back—peering through the slat in the barn, watching the Winters arguing, and worst of all, seeing the carnage that magical backfire...
A prepacked black duffel bag, which Honora had ready for a quick getaway, sat on the floor of her closet. The bag contained a few changes of clothes, extra flying goggles, and a bag of gold. She changed into an all-weather flying suit, boots, and an insulated leather jacket. Luckily, she also had...
All they had was a grainy photo of a dashing young wizard, his thick dark hair windblown, his eyes sparkling with mischief. Their mother went glassy-eyed and daydreamy when she talked about him, but was light on personal details and heavy on stories of exotic trips they took together. They’d had ...
