Author: Joanna White

The more Nisa saw of this world—Glacea, she’d finally remembered—the more she longed to see of it. Another part of her leaned against Oliver’s chest and relished in the feel…

Nisa was grateful that Susie was always a person to make lists. Half the time, if it wasn’t for Susie, Nisa’s stuff wouldn’t be near as organized. She was more…

Kor’ok, Oliver, and Nisa made their way back from Vanmor’s house. Kor’ok waved goodbye, and then split off for his house, while Oliver and Nisa headed back toward Urraka’a’s inn.…

Nisa and Oliver stood in front of the blue-skinned man in front of the lower-class tavern after explaining to him how they’d gotten the bounty hunter off his trail. “…so…

Walking through the streets of an unknown world without Oliver by her side scared Nisa more than she cared to admit. By now, it was mid-afternoon, so the streets were…

Nisa glanced at her empty plate, wishing that she had more fried fruit. They had stopped by the inn for lunch and fortunately, Urraka’a had agreed to feed them the…

To prepare for the Festival of Candles, the woman—whose name was called Urraka’a—difficult for even Nisa to pronounce—had them help her cover the tables with special velvet coverings. Nisa kept…

Harkwei loved to chatter—Nisa figured out that much as they traveled with him. There was no more room in his wagon, so they walked beside him while his beast dragged…

As soon as the strange blue vine was wrapped around Nisa’s waist, she held her breath and slowly lowered herself backward down the hill. Fortunately, there was a lot of…

The longer they walked along the same road the beasts had herded the strange plant-creatures, the more real everything felt to Nisa. A cool breeze blew her hair behind her,…