“What did you learn, Little Father?” Cheobawn asked, catching her breath. The boy scowled at her. “It was not a fair fight. Your magic was stronger than mine.” Cheobawn snorted and jabbed him in the chest with the end of… — J.D. Lakey Copy Share Image
“We would have to fight to keep the magic, we would have to fight to stay alive, and we would have to endure the storm.” — M.R. Merrick Copy Share Image
