There are certain kinds of magic that Amanda already knows how to use. Mirror magic is the best.
The silver maple wasn’t used to arguing. Gossiping, sure.
“It’s a Small World (Six Feet Apart Version)” [Poem/Song Lyrics]
Stay inside, show you care, / 'Cause we breathe the same air...
“Married to My Years” [Poem]
I am the something old and something new.
Who Are the Creatures in Your Neighborhood?: The Librarian of Dust [Fiction]
The Librarian of Dust has been leaving you messages for quite some time now.
Who Are the Creatures in Your Neighborhood?: The Screaks [Fiction]
Screaks will scutter and hide the moment they hear someone step out of bed. You would, too, if you sang like a Screak.
Who Are the Creatures in Your Neighborhood?: Sad Spot [Fiction]
The old man held a shadow in his left hand. I do not know how.
“He told me I should call them ‘Triumph Blooms.’ You know why? Because they’re heirloom seeds, so they’ve never been crossed with another flower. And that means they’re pure. Untainted.”