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.
“I was afraid that I’d forgotten all the colors of the rainbow, but I know just where I can find them again.”
The second book in the Parasol Protectorate series, and we finally have a kick-ass parasol making its acquaintance. Plus sweet romance, something is happening to the supernatural beings, Madame Lefoux (squee) pops up, and lots and lots more.
