“A rustle of wings and a hawk feather drifts down to me. Snatching it from the air, I look up into the… — Rita Webb Copy Share Image
“Jason grins. “I’d never miss your birthday. Remember last year?” “Ugh! I thought I’d never thaw out after we went skiing in a blizzard.… — Rita Webb Copy Share Image
“Emma smacks the back of my head. “It’s just boobs. Even I have a pair. No reason to stare so hard. Put your eyes… — Rita Webb Copy Share Image
“A human!” He grasps my hand with both of his and dances me in a circle. Then he stops and pulls out his notebook… — Rita Webb Copy Share Image
I like the dark; it is safer here, where no one can see me. The shadows caress me; friends hugging me. — Rita Webb Copy Share Image
“A rustle of wings and a hawk feather drifts down to me. Snatching it from the air, I look up into the trees, but… — Rita Webb Copy Share Image
“She waves her big spoon. “You can get me that orb-weaver spider from the corner over there.” “Yes, ma’am.” “Don’t you kill it! I… — Rita Webb Copy Share Image
“Jason. My best friend from childhood. The boy—er, man—who should be ten hours away in Kodiak, Alaska, rather than here in Anchorage. The man… — Rita Webb Copy Share Image
“Would I lie to you?” “There was that time you told me the mud pies would give me flying powers if I ate them.”… — Rita Webb Copy Share Image
“Green goo bubbles in a cauldron in the center of all this chaos. On a pedestal in front of it, a book is open.… — Rita Webb Copy Share Image
“She unscrews the cap, sniffs it, and then shrugs, dumping the entire contents into the bubbling brew. “It could be marjoram, but it might… — Rita Webb Copy Share Image
