I picked page 151, that one was fun!The creature’s gelatinous dark body was growing, narrowing and twisting, like an enormous slab of black clay being moulded from within. Its colour began to pale, turning grey, then bone white. At last, the being congealed and settled in the form of a mighty stag as big as a horse. Colourless slime shimmered on its flank.
Blog Tour ~ This is Not My Home by Vivienne Chang and Eugenia Yoh ~ Review
It was the first day of autumn when I came to Blackbird Castle, the trees copper and green, pumpkins growing along the ditch by the side of the road, a moon like a lidded silver eye already visible in the evening sky – in short, an excellent day for a witch to return to her ancestral home.