Chapter 24: Bell’s Brews

Melena’s voice was left behind in the dining room as she was pulled down the hall. Owl’s thin fingers were like iron bands, bruising her arm. He made a short detour to a room that looked like a study. Keeping the pistol upon her, he retrieved a very small box from inside the desk and…

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12 Days of Fantasy for Christmas

On Tour with Prism Book Tours 12 Days of Fantasy for Christmas We're excited to share books from 12 fantasy Prism Book Tours with you this holiday season! Come back here or check out one of the participating blogs each day for a different author. There is also a fabulous Fire Tablet and ebook giveaway!…

Chapter 22: The Mischievous House of Ramble

Toad hopped off the buggy as it passed the bakery. His arms and legs trembled with exhaustion from gripping onto the buggy for so long. The moment his feet stood on solid ground, his legs gave out and he wobbled sideways, seeking refuge in a vacant alleyway. He leaned up against the wall but his…

Chapter 21: Double-Crossed

The door banged open and Toad jerked awake. Before he could rid his eyes of sleep, rough hands grabbed him and yanked him to his feet. “This the blighter?” said a gruff voice. “Yeah — that’s ’im, Glenn!” Toad recognized the second speaker’s voice and he saw the same scraggly-haired fellow from the bar before…

Chapter 20: To Seek, To Find

Melena rushed up the stairs, Hazel at her heels. She couldn’t believe they had done it. They had found the five ingredients to the Seeking Solution. A buggy ride would put them back in Hickory with time to spare. Mr. Owl would pay them their due (or better yet, give Melena a cupful of the…

Chapter 19: Moonflower

They stood on the Black Swan’s porch, watching the moon rise high in the night sky. The day had been fruitless, but that hadn’t been a surprise to Toad. The entire fortnight had been fruitless. Toad was exhausted, his insides writhing like he’d swallowed a bucket of worms. The crowd on the porch was larger…

Chapter 18: Piddleton

Toad’s hair tickled Melena’s nose. She kept her eyes shut; opening them was pointless. They were adrift, floating on an icy sea. There was no land in sight, not even a passing iceberg. There hadn’t been for what had felt like hours. Like days. Like years. It had seemed miraculous — a good omen even…