Excerpt from Strayborn, Blog Tour

Seven-year-old Cyrus Sole picked up the white swan feather, twirling it. This week was going to be a bad week, she could tell. Her stomach always got uneasy when something unpleasant was about to happen.

“Don’t mess with my feather collection.”

Cyrus put the feather down, picked up the brush instead and combed it down her older sister’s auburn hair. Heily sat admiring herself in the metallic mirror, and adjusted a clip once Cyrus finished.

“Your hair’s so pretty, long n’ soft. Wish mine was,...