I wish he could hear my parents, the way they speak of him. Lord Siran might as well be the Lord himself in their eyes. It isn’t enough for me. He must come back. He must. So that I may thank him with all of my heart.
I wish he could hear my parents, the way they speak of him. Lord Siran might as well be Lord himself in their eyes. It isn’t enough for me. He must come back. He must. So that I may thank him with all of my heart.FROM THE JOURNAL OF LORD PHINEAS GILDROY
“Where are we going now?” Jack asked once their boots were back on the path. He suspected it was the road he’d slept on when the girl—or ghost—had found him. It was hard to be sure when the woods looked quite different by the light of day.
“Have you forgotten already? Before we were detained, we were looking for someone.”
