'Oh, she could not think that.' Distressed, Fallon's father held a hand out toward the smiling, seated figure of his wife. Besides, Mrs Pardons would be hurt if she thought we were angling to replace her.' 'It's just because I've been home.' The words had come too fast, too strong, and Fallon bit his lip, then forced a lighter tone. 'Perhaps she would do better with an assistant. Though I regret to say this evening's offering will not easily slip my mind.' Fallon's father tugged at his short, brown-blond beard. 'The house will be quiet with only we three.' 'You must be sure to visit on rest day, Fallon,' his father said. 'Goodnight Mother,' Fallon said, obediently. He reached down to pat the head of the smaller of the two figures, then glanced expectantly at Fallon. 'You're looking well today, my dears,' Vannan DeVries said. Every evening, as his father pressed lips to a marble forehead, Fallon's heart crawled into his stomach and writhed. It is a sequel to Stained Glass Monsters and develops events from that book.Įven ignoring his nightmare predicament, Fallon DeVries would be glad to get back to the Arkathan and away from the ritual of saying goodnight to an idealised statue of his mother and sister. But that Wicked Uncle is nowhere to be found, and other dangers, once slumbering dormant, are stirring.

But how can they ask for help when the warped spell prevents him from speaking?īesides, Rennyn Claire - once the most powerful mage in the world - is a shadow of her former self: ill, injured and unlikely to recover unless she can hunt down the monster who once tried to make her his slave. Paying the price of magic gone wrong, Aurienne is trapped watching a world she cannot touch, only able to communicate with her brother while he sleeps.įallon and Auri's best chance of untangling their lives is to win the help of a mage of unparalleled ability. All rights reserved.įallon DeVries has a sister who lives only in his mind. All characters in this publication are fictitious and any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

Medair by Andrea K. Höst