YA fantasy author
It’d gotten late. They had talked more than studied, but he had laughed at her jokes and eaten several of the cookies she had baked just for him. Once even their knees had touched.She considered that a successful non-date.“We should do this again soon,” she said as she led him
I can’t forget the day she died.I was sleeping over at Ann’s house. We were huddled inside of a sheet fort, listening to her nanny Linda tell us a story.“It was a fierce battle and the fairies were losing,” she continued. “But Belinda knew that if she used the fairy