“Baxter bounced around like a crazed cotton puff, pouncing and running in circles. I grabbed a treat from the bowl next to the door, and he danced on his hind legs. He seemed to know that cuteness was a sure-fire… — Gail Z. Martin Copy Share Image
“Oh, there are little rhymes a mage might use to remember the sequence of what must be done, but the words themselves don't do… — Gail Z. Martin Copy Share Image
Humor, danger and a twisted tangle of unlikely prophecies make for a page-turning adventure. — Gail Z. Martin Copy Share Image
Foolishness pours out of an open mouth… but wisdom sneaks in through the ears… — Gail Z. Martin Copy Share Image
“Baxter bounced around like a crazed cotton puff, pouncing and running in circles. I grabbed a treat from the bowl next to the door,… — Gail Z. Martin Copy Share Image
