The sky above the wall was always a different color than the sky over the rest of the city. Today it was blister red, clouds swirling in a towering vortex, almost as if the wind was blowing in different directions on the other side of the wall. It probably was. The Wasteland obeyed no laws of nature.
Door to the Lost
Her magic doors took many different forms, but the way to the roost was always the same: a small yellow door with a black latch and matching hinges in the shape of stars.
The Door to the Lost
The Mark of the Dragonfly
World of Solace, #1
Piper knew she should be proud of her talent, and she was, but it made her nervous the way people whispered about her.
—THE MARK OF THE DRAGONFLY
Piper is an orphan from a shanty town, barely surviving on what she can earn from Continue reading “The Mark of the Dragonfly”