Anne awoke to a crawling itch behind her ear.
Someone was knocking on Aoif Deckler’s door.
He pined for the sky first.
“Spindle, this is Sky Castle; come in, Spindle.”
A spider hung across from me, the barbed spikes of its legs dug deep into the walls of its prison.
Prince Kal closed his eyes to avoid watching the anguish crumple the alien’s face.