What could possibly go wrong when an older woman decides to hunt a pesky groundhog in her tiny garden–with a bow and arrow (and a bottle of gin)?
Debin recently spent some time on Earth, still (reluctantly) collecting stories despite a suspended license. So why is our journalist now a fugitive, hiding in the dark interstices of the station?
Her grandfather’s special book is ancient and warm to the touch. Trying to read it has driven everyone else in her family quietly mad. Now it’s young Verity’s turn. Why wouldn’t she be excited?