Hi Readers, This is Sarn, Ran’s father. Something strange happened when we pushed through J.C.’s “window into another world” last week. The picture fuzzed and swirled, and reality splintered. “Come back!” J.C. called. “We can’t. We’re trapped.” And my magic didn’t like it. It kept shouting its usual objection, ‘unnatural,’ until I wanted to scream. Instead, I held tightly to my son’s tiny hand. Ran, in turn, clutched his Bear, but the stuffed annoyance had gone limp, and the twinkle had died from his button eyes. Magic was screaming inside my head, making it hard to think. It was also … Continue reading When Scribe-Eating Books Collide
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