Bee Sting Cake (Greenwing & Dart, #2)

by Victoria Goddard

“IT SEEMS,” I SAID A little later, “that not only is my family life literally the stuff of melodrama, it is in fact the stuff of high gothic melodrama.” Mr. Dart turned from his intent perusal of the dusty and shrouded furnishings so he could grin at me. “You sound so surprised, Mr. Greenwing. For a day that has included a dragon’s challenge, a knight, a cursed village, and mysterious warnings from a strange peasant, it would be decidedly disappointing if it did not take an even stranger turn when it came to the accommodations. You can’t have been expecting things to be normal.”

Marcan had been keen on meditative practices and had tried on numerous occasions to teach me. Whether it was the fault of wireweed or enchantment or my own personality I didn’t now know, but I had never succeeded in calming my mind while sitting still. Running, though, running I could do. And running I found myself asking myself the hard questions.