Chapter 44Phaola and I gathered up Laurel and Mahoney from their rooms and raced to the top terrace. By the time we got there, a massive crowd had formed, all facing the Great Hall.
Everyone talked in hushed, excited tones as they watched and waited for whatever was coming next. We packed in with the rest of them...except Phaola, who hovered overhead with the other nymphs. Mahoney couldn't keep his eyes off them.
"Nymphs, huh?" He shook his head slowly. "What the hell's a nymph?"
"A kind of goddess," I told him. "Often linked to some natural landmark or phenomenon, with powers derived from it."
"So she's a goddess?" He nodded at Phaola. "With a capital 'G'?"
"Depends on your belief system," I said. "But yes, she's a goddess."
"I hope you know," said Mahoney, still staring up
