I’m afraid of space.
Many years had gone by since a wizard last dwelled in the small seaside town of Shorehaven.
Wisps of cotton still hung from the trees like ghost tears.
Technically, all I’d done was come up with the idea for doing a spell; Kimber and Cassie took care of the rest.
Beware: Hugbot ahead, warned a scrawl of white paint across a brick wall.
My entire life, I’d known three people: Pa; Ma, before she’d died giving birth to a still baby when I was four; and the ferryman who brought us our supplies and rations each month.