C.J. Milbrandt

We'll make the trip a race, and I'll get there first.

Nice try, mister, but being cute won't save you.

The smaller girl hid her eyes with her hands, and Ewan smiled. Did she think that would make her invisible?

Every day, they gave him new reasons to smile, laugh, worry, and wonder.

They were daughters of the sky. Luck belonged to them_ never bad, often good, sometimes hard.

Ganix didn't need to make friends. Everyone was a friend!

You know, I don__ think your brother dislikes you as much as you think. After all, he gave up a kingdom to stay with his family.

Do you mean that Zane is some kind of bird magnet?

They say that to live in the Wilds, you have to be half-wild yourself. Or at least very brave. And Zane is both.

Oh. Sure. It makes perfect sense. Zane is a wolf because his father is an eagle.

Zane was pretty sure that worries and bossing were related, like a pair of old aunties.

Excavating miracles was his calling.

Have a little faith in your sons. This journey will be the making of them.

Let your boys test their wings. They may not be eagles, but that doesn't mean they shouldn't soar free.

Your name isn't Sniffles?" Ewan pretended to be surprised.

With a slow wink, he set the book in Tamaqua__ hands. __ne of my favorites.

Nightmares and secrets. Ewan wished he knew what had happened to these girls before he found them.

Zane sighed. Jovan and Mother were just the same. __aybe later_ meant no.