Dislocated Joy
I’m trying really hard to recapture the glee and aimless joy which came so naturally as a child. Back when I felt alive.
I’m trying really hard to recapture the glee and aimless joy which came so naturally as a child. Back when I felt alive.
When a child has an accident, it’s up to his guardian angel, living teddybear, and anxious under-bed monster to arrange rescue!
What Helen was about to do would get her not only thrown out of the academy but stripped of her magic and possibly interred in the Wayward Crypts. Alive.
Agatha had always sworn she’d never do this. That she wouldn’t be the one to steal away the last scrap of family her brother had. And yet…
“See you soon!” Maggie trilled into the phone, then sprinted into the kitchen in a panic. “My parents are visiting!!”