maven-calore

For all his clever ideas, Maven has nothing to say to this. He just stares, his breath coming in tiny, scared puffs. I know the look on his face; I wear it every time I__ forced to say good-bye to someone. __t__ too bad we didn__ stay longer,_ I murmur, looking out at the river. __ would have liked to die close to home._ Another breeze sends a curtain of my hair across my face but Maven brushes it away and pulls me close with startling fero

We__e taken everything from her, brother,_ Maven murmurs, drawing close. __urely we can give her this?_ And then slowly, reluctantly, Cal nods and waves me into his room. Dizzy with excitement, I hurry inside, almost hopping from foot to