Path of the Tetrastone - 1Chapter OnePath of the Tetrastone - 1
It was not storming in Inglewood, not yet. But the storms were coming. Anyone still awake would have felt it. The air was tense, heavy, and the wind splashed like waves against the Wayward suburban apartment complex. The world seemed to be in chaos. But it wasn’t storming yet. And Kristina refused to go to sleep until she could hear the patter of rain on her windowsill.
It stormed often in the spring, but not
Path of the TetrastoneProloguePath of the Tetrastone
Even though the courtyard was dark, vines of a thick, sickly green could be seen as they slithered in and out of the cracked stone walls. Sometimes, especially at night, the castle seemed to be alive. Holding a dim lantern tight enough to make his knuckles turn white, a cautious man took a step into the high grass of the unkempt courtyard. He was not afraid, though, for he brought good tidings. Bowing onto one
Summer of the FaeriesWhen I was a very young girl, Timmy Talon was the boy next door. He was a mischievous, scrawny, floppy haired nine-year-old and had eyes as vivid blue as the bright morning sky in spring. He often wore jeans with tears in the knees and his pockets were constantly filled with rocks and dead bugs. And sometimes, when the days became long and hot, he would show up at my house with a strange sort of excitement in his expression, and I would know that he had another tale to tell. I remember quite in detail the nights when he would come to my window, throwing stones at the glass long past the hours my motSummer of the Faeries
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