Archer

Sable’s fear is visible in her big blue eyes. I can only imagine that the thought of returning to her uncle’s house fills her with the kind of dread I carry around with me regarding the witches. Neither of us would want to return to the site of so much pain and humiliation without a damn good reason.

But behind her fear, there’s determination too. This Sable isn’t the scared little lamb I talked into staying with us that first day I met her, on the day of the council meeting. This Sable has grown and changed—physically, mentally, and emotionally. She’s not giving in to her fear like she...