“See?” Tilly said to Em. “That was easy. And I’m pretty sure I scared the spider off with my scream.”
Em swung her legs over the rock she’d just pulled herself up and took several long strides away from the edge of the floating island. She’d spent years doing somersaults and flips, leaping over rooftops and walls, and cartwheeling her way across roads and parking lots, but the town she’d grown up in had precisely zero vines from which to swing. Letting go of one and grabbing hold of another was not what she would call easy. “I think I need a little more practice,” she said to Tilly.
easy“Hang around me long enough and you’ll get plenty of practice,” Tilly said with a dismissive wave. She looked around. “Okay, let’s find this book. Shouldn’t take us long.”
Em looked past her. The island
