The squawking of crows drew his attention back to the porch. A bare-foot girl in a nightgown stood on the warped steps. Her pale hair wanted brushing, and the peach satin bow she wore had slid halfway down, stuck in the rat’s nest of it. She looked to be about the same age as Memphis. Just like the farm, there was something a little off about her. A crop turning bad.
But that night Miri had barely fallen asleep when she woke up sweating after a dream. Again of the redheaded twins: one was crying, the other sullen in the corner. IN the dark, her joke on the Storana seemed unnervingly real. The little linder house felt crowded with ghosts.
No singing came from the village that night. Only more tuneless whistling, like the call of some foreign bird.
The second book in the Pip Bartlett’s series and this one is, once again, about unicorns. But also about other creatures of course, it is just that the focus is unicorns and a certain thief who is stealing tails (oh noes!). Oh and Regent makes a comeback.