“Excellent," said Cinder, standing up and brushing off her hands. "I was beginning to worry we wouldn't have a pilot for when it's time to take Kai back to Earth. Now I just have to worry about not having a… — Marissa Meyer Copy Share Image
“Is this what I think it is?" Having returned his focus to his own crate, Kai held up a carved wooden doll adorned with bedraggled feathers and four too many eyes. Cinder finished unloading the handgun and set it next… — Marissa Meyer Copy Share Image
