Injection DayInjection DayMonday mornings were always a rush. I sighed, picking up a stray sock at the bottom of the stairs. It was probably my eldest’s, Arthur’s. He hadn’t seemed to grasp the concept of the washing machine yet. But then, few ten year olds do. I took it with me into the cluttered kitchen, and left it on the worktop next to some bills and my car keys. My husband, Sam, looked up briefly as I came in. I was glad to see that he had organised the younger children, who were now eating breakfast. Freya and Peter both looked grumpy and half asleep.My skinny daughter, with her petulant expression and hunched shoulders, glared
FlightFlightThe air in Eranas was hot and heavy, clogged with the dust stirred up by the constant tramping of feet. The atmosphere was dull and oppressive. Perhaps that’s why everyone is in such a bad mood, Willow mused to herself. But then, people here are normally in a bad mood.She was jerked out of her ruminations by the sound of Taren’s voice. He had probably been talking most of the way home, she hadn’t been paying attention.‘They seem to have been acting strangely. Perhaps they’ve found another one that they suspect is cursed.’ Curiosity permeated his voice, mixed with sorrow.‘What?’ Willow
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