The Art Of Stealing Time: A Time Thief Novel - Plot & Excerpts
Go left!” “If I go left, we’ll end up in the bay,” I said through gritted teeth, my hands gripping the steering wheel so tight it hurt. I spun the wheel and we took a corner on what felt like only two wheels, a municipal sign pointing out the location of the Cardiff mall. “Your other left!” “That would be right, Mom.” “Of course I’m right, I’m looking at Mrs. Vanilla’s drawing. She has it all mapped out.” The wail of sirens behind us grew louder as another police car shot out of a side road, fishtailed wildly for about five seconds, then did a three-point turn and fell into place behind us. About five blocks back, two other cars raced toward us. They were closing fast. I figured we had a matter of seconds to make the mall and get into Anwyn before the mortal police got too close to avoid. “A slowing spell! That’s what we need,”
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