THE ACHE IN TERRY’S feet was bone deep and traveled up to her back. She’d walked nonstop the entire day before and most of the night. Grandmama had told her a number of times that she believed a faery city was in the woods just outside their farm. She wasn’t sure if it was true, but she thought that if she at least found a faery, she’d be pointed in the right direction. Willy was sick and Kale was not dead—she was going crazy sitting around and doing nothing either situation.
The morning was cold in the shade of the forest canopy, so Terry pushed herself faster to warm her blood. She’d given up trying to be careful not to get dirty when, during the night, she’d tripped and fallen into a pool of mud. Anyway, she thought, I’m sure faeries don’t stand on ceremony.
A flock of birds fled a tr
