“Another snowball, this time it impacted on my shoulder. I dusted the snow off my coat with my free hand and gave him the biggest stinkeye I could muster. “How old are you again? Twelve?” He grinned, teeth white as… — Karina Halle Copy Share Image
“Solange looked enthralled, manic. Deadly. So I did the only thing I could think of. I threw a snowball at her head.” — Alyxandra Harvey Copy Share Image
