Don’t worry, Miss Brielle. To be honest, the ones with a little bit of crazy have always been my favorite.
Face it, friends. For this journey, roads are optional.
Zane sighed. Jovan and Mother were just the same. “Maybe later” meant no.
Nightmares and secrets. Ewan wished he knew what had happened to these girls before he found them.
With a slow wink, he set the book in Tamaqua’s hands. “One of my favorites.
Have a little faith in your sons. This journey will be the making of them.
Let your boys test their wings. They may not be eagles, but that doesn’t mean they shouldn’t soar free.
Zane was pretty sure that worries and bossing were related, like a pair of old aunties.
Oh. Sure. It makes perfect sense. Zane is a wolf because his father is an eagle.
They say that to live in the Wilds, you have to be half-wild yourself. Or at least very brave. And Zane is both.
Do you mean that Zane is some kind of bird magnet?
You know, I don’t think your brother dislikes you as much as you think. After all, he gave up a kingdom to stay with his family.
Ganix didn’t need to make friends. Everyone was a friend!
They were daughters of the sky. Luck belonged to them— never bad, often good, sometimes hard.
Your name isn’t Sniffles?” Ewan pretended to be surprised.
Every day, they gave him new reasons to smile, laugh, worry, and wonder.
The smaller girl hid her eyes with her hands, and Ewan smiled. Did she think that would make her invisible?
We’ll make the trip a race, and I’ll get there first.