
Time stopped as the two stared into the mirror. There stood a lady. She beckoned them from behind the glass, her green eyes flashing, fiery red hair static with electricity. Fairday felt something wrap around her ankle and tore her gaze from the reflection to look down. A glowing willow branch had ensnared her leg and was tightening its grip.
This is the latest middle-grade mystery that's been making its round in the book-blogosphere. What had exactly happened to the Begonias? The daughter had...
Published on December 11, 2015 16:12