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.
The first Sinmai I ever saw was watching my kindergarten class play from behind the fence.
“Hey, Hicks, get up. Retrievers are here.”