I had Random.org select a page and it decided on page 118!
“Bodkin! Get in!” yelled Wish, climbing into the cart at the front of the caravan of carts, and Bodkin climbed into the one at the back beside Xar. Wish pushed up her eyepatch, twitched her fingers… and the linked carts rose in the air, over Encanzo’s head, towards where Looter was dangling.
Once upon a time there were three sisters.
James Juniper Eastwood was the youngest, with hair as ragged and black as crow feathers. She was the wildest of the three. The canny one, the feral one, the one with torn skirts and scarped knees and a green glitter in her eyes, like summer-light through leaves. She knew where the whip-poor-wills nested and the foxes denned; she could find her way home at midnight on the new moon.
But on the spring equinox of 1893, James Juniper was lost.