The distant tree line was heavy with Caux’s birds. The townsfolk, rallied by Peps, looked pale and drawn. Ivy, studying her friends, saw faces tense with worry. Evening came, with no word—nor sign of Cecil. Skeins of gloamwort twine were strung around the encampment, spilling their faint glow in ...
She gripped the stolen parchment in shaking hands while eager fireflies buffeted in her wake. But her mind was on one thing only. Rowan—the image of his fall, his arms spread wide as if to catch the sky. Sobbing, she reached the dark stone streets. She raced, following the Flower Code directions ...
Clothilde said sharply as she looked around the gloomy cavern, finding Boxelder’s eye, “why I need to get the children to Templar. We’ll go by way of Skytop.” The miners gathered around her in a quiet huddle and proceeded to talk in low tones. Rowan and Ivy peered into her cupped hands, heads tog...