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Because he could open Nooks, too. I processed Aeldyn’s words for a moment, then glanced at Striker. His alarm mirrored mine.

Doctor Harlowe lowered his hands and looked at Pops. “Yes, I can do magic.”

Faolan tensed. “Teionyr? The FireFae kingdom? To get there, we’d have to cross the mountains beyond Veilwood Forest and Eldervine Valley. That’s a two-week journey, at least.”

I stepped toward Aeldyn, who was still holding that eerie carousel of magical images up in the air. “What do you mean, you’re not supposed to exist?” I asked her. “Does this have to do with the person who killed your parents?”

Pops kept applying pressure to the wound on Rake’s head, while I knelt over Rake’s torso, applying pressure to a wound on his stomach I hoped wasn’t very deep and praying for help to arrive quickly.

Mother squeezed my hand, then settled back onto her pillow. “You must leave me.”

Todd squealed and leapt sideways off the bed as the Fadehound vanished in mid-air above him.

I blinked as what had just been the motel parking lot became a bare stone wall right in front of me. A crisp, saltwater scent flooded my mouth and nose.

I stared at Vannie. “How is Faolan the prince and a wolf? I mean… does the wolf represent something?”

I carefully descended the slope with the girl held tightly to my chest.

Happy New Year, everyone! This rollover to a new year has been a little unusual for my family, because we are also in the middle of packing up for a big move. Lord willing, we move to Tallahassee this weekend to start a new season of our lives (and a new adventure). Amid all the moving chaos, I'm not quite feeling the usual, peaceful "fresh slate" of the new year -- but I am still so very grateful for everything that 2023 brought, and looking forward to what's to come in 2024