Mitsuba Novels & Stories

Amelia nodded her head, but placed the phone back on its cradle. “That was great, Amelia,” I said to her. The teenage girl was still unconscious, and I looked at the other children in the room. The blue flames started in my hands, and I looked at Amelia. “Týna virðar.” Forget us. I closed the office door behind me, and walked outside to Kiran’s Navigator where he sat in the backseat holding James across his lap. Malachi was in the driver’s seat, and I swallowed past the lump in my throat.