Twyla knew something was peculiar about that boy the moment he stepped into town.
She couldn't grasp what is was that nagged at her mind. Then Ev had ordered her to do some distance observation. She must have sensed something.
She had watched the boy carefully for weeks. He had but this odd habit of going out on early morning strolls. Odd. He scavenged. Odd. She decided his nickname would be Odd.
Odd liked picking up small trinkets. He got so absorbed in these scraps that he seemed to lose interest in everything else. Stuck in his far off imaginary world. So weird. So odd.
It was boring.Then Scotch had dared her to lure Odd off his usual path.
She couldn't resist the dare.
She muddied her feet and stomped around until she found a tree. Maybe he'll slam his head into the tree. Extra bonus.
But then she realized she dropped one of her gemstones. Snap.
And now she had the boy pinned down beneath her knee.
Hope it doesn't hurt, she thought. Twyla snickered.
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FantasyThirteen-year-old Max had just moved to a new town. Things seemed normal at first, until he found himself caught in a conspiracy that could change his life forever. He was weightless, a wingless bird, a pebble. His life flashed before his eyes. His...
