Raven paused for half a second to tuck her good-luck piece into the back of her helmet. A curse-marker with her face on it—they’d printed those up in Miracle, after Raven had scored twenty-one goals against their team in the Harvest Games. Final score, 84-80 Longacre, which had won Raven’s home...
Meeka lay back on the couch, and from the kitchen came the sounds of Izzy pottering around, and the sudden, heavenly smell of cherry pie. Shortly, Izzy came back into the living room with one plate, one fork, and one slice of sweet, flaky, runny goodness. She sat down cross-legged on the chair by...
"Nm," Liera objected, pulling the covers over her head. Another poke. "C'mon; we've got to meet the Krin of Krin for breakfast. Remember?" "Nm!" Liera repeated, curling herself up as tight as she could. Maash was great, but the mornings were too . . . morning. &nb...