Phipps, Carol Marrs books

Elf Killers

"Yea, the air feels good already," he said, "though I don't smell rain yet." He nodded at Sorcha curled up in the deep grass bedding with Tashtey, both of them sound asleep. "I reckon I could carry her to your house, but I'd bet she'd rather stay here. Besides, where would she be safer than here ...