Ember's End (The Green Ember #4)

by S.D. Smith

“Dreams do … not come true,” Picket whispered back. “Inspiring,” Emma said flatly. “That’s going in my book of Shuffler’s Collected Wisdom. I’m going to write it after the war—really show Heather who’s the true scribe.”

“It’s ‘my place beside you,’ not ‘my place blocking your view.’”

They watched as Hanna bent to pluck an old dandelion’s pale puffball. “Now she’s about to spread weed seeds across my fields,” Picket said. “I’m coming around to your view on treason.” Hanna blew hard on the puffball. It burst and sent tiny white plumes sailing out in all directions. Jo squealed with delight, so Hanna plucked one for him and carefully instructed him in the art. Picket groaned. “And now the plot has blossomed. It’s a conspiracy now. The jury finds the offending niece guilty of treason.”