The bell was mounted in wood trim that was shaped like a rope. The detail was beautiful, but the bell was strange. It stuck out like a key, with no button to push.“You twist it,” Zola said, with a slight edge of impatience.I grabbed the cold metal and did just that. I could hear a bell clanging inside in time to the speed of my turns.“That is so cool,” Sam said.I nodded. “Yes it is.”“You two are easily amused,” Mike said from behind us. He was standing back on the large, wooden porch with the rest of our group. Footsteps echoed inside the house.The hinges creaked and one of the huge doors swung inward. A short woman with round glasses and frizzy brown hair peered around the edge. Her eyes swept over us and then shot up to the fairies hovering above my shoulder.“Adannaya, I presume.” Her voice was throaty and gruff, but a hint of kindness bled through.Zola nodded.“You look the same as your pictures. Come in.” As she stepped to the side, I could see she was comfortably overweight and likely less than fifty years old.“Hello, what’s your name?”
