THE REJECTED LUNA’S FOUR KINGS
"The magic is in the soil. The brothers are in the wind. Now, the White Wolf and the Rebel must decide how they will stay."
I looked toward the boat. The journey back to the Triple-Spires would be the beginning of the final five chapters. We had the fire, we had the heart, and we had the mud. Now, we had to decide how to become the story that never ends.
"Let’s go home, Lixie," I said, the amber light of my eyes steady and clear. "I think it’s time to start the garden."
It closed with the sound of the schooner's sails catching the wind, a rhythmic, vibrant promise that while the magic was gone, the life was only just beginning.
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