The Unexpected Winter of the Heart The air of Terror Mountain was cold, colder than anything she'd ever felt. It rushed through her fur and tickled her nose as she walked.
It took me months to learn to associate words and signs on paper; several weeks of looking around me, trying to figure out what those black marks on the walls of my little cage mean.
There Are No How-To Books for Aspiring Ninjas: Part Two He plopped himself down on a relatively cool rock and rummaged through his backpack for the bottle of water. He pulled it out, then froze. In the flickering light, he could see the angry stare of a dark faerie...