from the cotta

Raymond and Amanda stood by the hearth one last time, looking at the home where they had raised eight children. It was a house fil

ound in the attic. The Fae looked stronger now, though her silver eyes remained clouded with a deep, a

ooked at Elena, who was helping a shaky Hilary into the back of the wagon. "It is narrow and overg

pered. "Fear is a

The forest was not quiet. The trees seemed to groan under the weight of the night,

Elena would glance at her palms. She half-expected to see them glo

pped tight in her hand. "But you need to rest your

I see those mice. I see the way their bones snapped. It wasn't just magic, Leah. It

enough to catch a falling leaf. "The Daughter of the Moon does not ask for permission

r, their trunks thick with glowing blue moss that hummed with a low frequency. The Deer Tra

cart stopped. They tossed their h

son asked, reach

like normal fog. It swirled in purposeful patterns, rising up to form a wal

otted bark and vine, with hollow sockets where eyes should be. They we

lint. A low, rattling sound filled the air,

roared, stepping i

d, her silver eyes flashing. "Elena! You

I am!" Elena cried

ard, its wooden spear whistli

lena sc

wave of shimmering lunar silver erupted from her chest. It hit the Wight, but it didn't turn it into a mouse. Instead,

ell to its knees, no longer a mon

ars, their hollow heads tilting in unison. They

s" journey was facing a muc

by six coal-black stallions, was currently

ut of the window, his expensive silk sleeve dangling dangerously

. "Well, Sire, it appears that the laws of physics do not care for your royal lineage. The wheels are quite buried. Also, the h

ud with a squelch that made him wince. "I could fly, Silas. I c

hink of the first impression, My Lord. The prophecy says 'The Bloodhound shall find his

long, dramatic sigh that moved the trees around them

ar the edge of the mud pit, its yellow eyes watching Aide

"Is that a fox? Or is i

augh, then turned and vanished into the brush, heading north toward the

"Get the shovel, Silas. If that fox beats

an inch. "I believe the shovel is under the