He began a tale of adventure and as he spoke, he painted moving pictures into the flames. A horse running, a witch’s castle built of flame and shadow.
He began a tale of adventure and as he spoke, he painted moving pictures into the flames. A horse running, a witch’s castle built of flame and shadow.
He began a tale of adventure and as he spoke, he painted moving pictures into the flames. A horse running, a witch’s castle built of flame and shadow.
He began a tale of adventure and as he spoke, he painted moving pictures into the flames. A horse running, a witch’s castle built of flame and shadow.
He began a tale of adventure and as he spoke, he painted moving pictures into the flames. A horse running, a witch’s castle built of flame and shadow.
He began a tale of adventure and as he spoke, he painted moving pictures into the flames. A horse running, a witch’s castle built of flame and shadow.
When she thought the worst of the horror was over, two small bodies bobbed to the surface of the dark water and, defying all logic, stopped before her window. They turned in the water to face her and Ivy screamed.
When she thought the worst of the horror was over, two small bodies bobbed to the surface of the dark water and, defying all logic, stopped before her window. They turned in the water to face her and Ivy screamed.
Your prologue was fantastic! I can’t wait to read the next chapter- and the whole book!
