Finn 100 Novels & Stories

Dawn broke slowly over the mountains surrounding Vancouver. Pale sunlight spread across the forest and reflected off the frozen lake behind the Thorne cabin. The towering column of ice that Finn had created during the night still stood in the middle of the lake like a crystalline monument. It glittered in the early light. Inside the cabin, the morning was much less dramatic. Finn ran through the hallway in his socks, swinging his toy hockey stick. “I make big ice!” he announced proudly. Liam followed him, lifting a foam puck with his telekinesis and dropping it again.