Where It all Began (Blue Moon, #7)

by Lucy Score

Here he had the greens of the grass, the whisper of the breeze through the leaves, skies that went on forever. Every day in nature was a vacation.

Phoebe lived for a good challenge. There was nothing more satisfying than sitting down at the end of the day with dragons slayed, mountains climbed, and detours conquered.

Grief called for movement. Anything to keep you going forward one step and a time.