Last summer, even other children grew used to Lilith suddenly freezing in the middle of a game and ordering someone invisible to leave.

Thaleia was a witch with a lopsided crystal ball, and a heavy heart. Nothing could change the ball – the dragon who was making it sneezed during the condensing process, solidifying the current shape. Yet something had to be done about her heart.

Ino saved a mouse from his mother’s mousetrap. He had to crouch all night in the shed where the trap had been set. His palms sweated against the surface of the jar. When the mouse appeared he darted after it.

During the day the cliffs were dry like chalk but at night people could hear a waterfall.

People said no other tribe possessed the force to harm them. And it was true. The only force that could harm them lay deep within each member of that tribe.