Ashes to Fire (Woodwalker, #2)

by Emily B. Martin

“I am the crowned head.” “Look, how many times do I need to apologize?” “Unfortunately for you, continuously,”

an opossum, curled around his neck like a collar. Its long bald tail disappeared into the man’s beard. It turned its wicked little face to me and hissed. “Mirabelle! You be sweet,”

Sometimes strength, you know, is allowing yourself to try again.”