Did they get you to trade
Your heroes for ghosts?
Your heroes for ghosts?
As soon as Sam heard Evie's voice he pulled his tongue back in and turned to see her. The sight of his sister didn't invoke quite the same negative reaction it once had, but he still didn't trust her. Didn't really want to see her, if he was being honest.
But she seemed determined to stay, sitting by him and commenting on his drawing, which he covered with his hands too late.
"I'm practising some art for the work I'm doing for the Loreseeker's guild." He explained, adding an extra haughty importance to the name of the organisation. Despite his dislike of Evie he had an innate need to impress her, to let her know he was doing well (even though nothing could be further from the truth). "It doesn't have to be good. It's just the first draft."
Hoping she wouldn't ask anymore about his now-non-existent 'Prince Charming', he looked about the Atheneum then back to her. "I've never seen you in here before. I didn't know you...read books."
Samuel
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
