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Excerpt from The Winged Child, chapter three:

She felt something brush her ankle, looked down to discover a thin vine with brilliant emerald leaves and tiny magenta flowers had crept down into the path and was very purposefully twining itself about her leg. Millicent resisted the impulse to jerk away, reached down and began to gently disengage herself. The vine didn't resist, though it playfully flirted with her fingers as she removed it. She was sure it made a sound, so soft as to be barely audible. It might have been speech and it might have been song and it thrilled her to hear.
     "They like you," spoke a familiar voice, "You'll do right well here." 

Henry's books.



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