25th March 1864,
There was no denying that she'd had fun.
Lottie peeked out the curtain at the red-headed djinn and her friend, who were going around asking people her whereabouts. The male had a leather bound journal in his hand, pen at the ready, most likely to jot down some important information regarding their manhunt. She watched in amusement as Aydin placed his pen down onto the paper, only to lift it back up again as he realised the information he was getting from the old, frail lady they were quetioning, was useless. She could hear the old lady, sprouting some old nonsense, about a friend she'd visited earlier that day. She could hear Esin groan as she kicked the wall.
The very wall behind which Lottie was currently hiding, spying on Esin and Aydin through the window.
Lottie stifled a giggle. This was much too fun for her. But she was interrupted.
The fire crackled louder in the hearth behind her, flames reaching up, as if warning her.
Time to leave, it said.
And Lottie had no choice but to oblige.
YOU ARE READING
You Can Run
FantasyBased on Islamic legend, this book follows Pierre, Abru and Jaserah on a journey of Little Falsteen as they navigate a world never before seen, dealing with conflicts and peace and discovering things about themselves they'd never known.
