“Any idea what the pattern is?” Dex asked “I’m not sure.” Something felt familiar, a shadow of an idea, not formed enough… — Shannon Messenger Copy Share Image
“He turned away and his hands grabbed something. A tiny purple Albertosaurus, and the note she’d given him with it. If she… — Shannon Messenger Copy Share Image
“The drug lulled her toward a dreamless oblivion, but she fought back—clinging to the one memory that could shine a tiny spot… — Shannon Messenger Copy Share Image
