Prologue A Town, a club, a mystery; who knew that the latter could bring so
Prologue Has your life ever been full of question marks? Such as “What is my
Prologue “Adrienne.” The name was spoken with hatred, “She was the reason the fairies starved.
<><><>Heaven’s tears<><><> Snowflakes fall on black umbrellas. Grey stones dot the field. Tears fall frozen
Yesterday’s horses were wild and free, Today’s horses are coming to me, Tomorrow’s horses’ll be
Chapter One<><><><><><><> I hitch my backpack up on my shoulders looking in… what? Sheer terror?…