The first time Pinyit’s father showed him the orbs in the shed, he’d been so frightened that he kicked and screamed the whole way down the garden path, right up until his father crouched down in front of him and gripped his shoulders tight, fingers digging into fresh bruises so hard that he winced.
There’s not a soul in this city-state who hasn’t heard of the Crystal Pyramid.
The biovin Charis heard the rumors about the messenger long before he arrived at her laboratory.
Mag loved the witches’ kitchen, though it did not love her back.
I thought I found a toy raygun.
In the margins of her textbooks, Sara brought the world to life.