“My aunt doesn’t seem surprised by this. She fixes me with the type of look adults use when they are about to… — Laurie Forest Copy Share Image
“Vyvian,” my uncle persists, “I’ve made up my mind about this. I’m not going to change it.” Silence. “Very well.” My aunt… — Laurie Forest Copy Share Image
“There it is. Chemistrie. Professor Astrid Volya. I glance back over at Andras. “What’s her son like?” I wonder. “He’s quiet,” Aislinn… — Laurie Forest Copy Share Image
“I’ll tell you what,” he bargains, amused. “There’s a dance every Yule at University. You go with Gareth, and I’ll ask Aislinn… — Laurie Forest Brother Copy Share Image
“Now,” he says silkily, “what’s this about your never having been kissed?” I open my mouth to say something. To let him… — Laurie Forest Copy Share Image
“Four military guards, real-life versions of Emmet and Brennan’s toys, sit eating some food. They’re strapping soldiers, dressed in black tunics with… — Laurie Forest Copy Share Image
“I am Gardnerian. As such, I’m barely tolerated here, stranded in a sea of Kelts, allowed to exist only because my aptitude… — Laurie Forest Copy Share Image
“That’s nothing,” Paige says, eyes wide. “You should see what else she can do. She’s a Level Five Mage. One of the… — Laurie Forest Enemies Copy Share Image
“So quiet. So safe. I peer out into the distance, past the garden where the twins were playing, past the Gaffneys’ farmland… — Laurie Forest Birds Copy Share Image
“Come to the Yule dance with me,” he says. “I don’t know what that is.” “It’s a dance held every Yule at… — Laurie Forest Dance Copy Share Image
