Will tried to sound cheerful. “How’s life in the wishing well?”
“Bad news first,” Dr. Roth said, handing Will a tablet. “I have only three. We’ve had lots of requests for them recently.”
by H.T. Ashmead
“How long do you think the Seer will address me, Mada?” Ilumi asked.
Her mother gathered her thoughts as she secured a braid to the top of Ilumi’s scalp. Mada had spent most of the afternoon twisting Ilumi’s long, dark hair into tiny…