Shire of the Woods, and a few days of rest.
Blue light showed through the trees by the time we came into view of town. Two rangers on horseback held torches and called out to us to identify ourselves. 1,739 more words
“Where’s Timmothy?” Miss Brown asked.
“Timmothy’s not here.” Lucy answered.
“Are we finally going to have an exorcism?” She asked eagerly.
“Oh, you’re out of luck,” Lucy leaned against the wall opposite the bed, thick sunglass concealing her eyes. 715 more words
Now, I don’t consider myself a terribly nervous person. But, let me tell you, my first child has put my easygoing, take-life-as-it-comes personality to the test pretty much from day one. 892 more words