“Hmm. It’s a scary shadow, you say?”
“They’re all scary. Even if you make a nice one, like a kitten, it’ll turn into a man-eating tiger or something. It’s like they’re trying to be scary.”
“That makes sense.”
Morrigan was surprised. “Does it?”
“Shadows are shadows, Miss Crow.” His eyes reflected the moonlight. “They want to be dark.”
Hartelijk dank naar Hebban.nl en de uitgever, Xander Uitgevers, voor een kopie van dit boek! Zo blij dat ik een deel kon zijn van het Hebbanbuzz team voor dit boek! Dit is een eerlijke review voor dit boek.
I had Random.org select a page for me. It decided page 178 is the best.
For the rest of the day (with several breaks like shady naps, water bowl slurps, and mini-burger bites), Air Fur One entertained our guests with his incredible antics.
Nobody wanted to the leave the Wonderland. They wanted to play Frolf with the world’s cutest and furriest caddie. It was amazing to watch the dog do the one thing he loved more than anything in the world: chase after a floating disc, acrobatically snag his target, and trot back triumphantly.
In the afternoon, Jimbo and I taught Air Fur One a new trick: dunking!
I flipped through my book and randomly stopped at a page. This page was 102.
The giant mushrooms had been so dense and thick, I hadn’t noticed the open mouth of a sluice-gate rushing towards us. There was great surge of water and a tremendous splash as we rocketed out of the gloom and into a light that was so blinding, I nearly toppled backwards off my seat in the canoe.
“Ha! I did that the first time,” Flott laughed, grabbing me by the shoulder and steadying me.