“Their empty eye sockets glowed red, and the swords they held in their hands gleamed with an eerie silver glow.” — C.L. McCourt Copy Share Image
“Well, hey, how come you never gave me a sword?" I asked, trying to lighten things up. "I get stuck with a lousy stick with sparkles, and the boys get the fancy swords?" I held up the gooey nubbin, all… — Bree Despain Copy Share Image
