A crotchety old woman with a bad hip, she spent every morning creaking across the kitchen floor while Kai tried—and failed—to sleep. He thought she looked about ready to…
Kai sat down on the torn, faux-leather stool and placed his elbows on the bar. He leaned forward and stared at the space between his hands, anxious about drawing…
Smooth, lacquered chestnut dug into calloused palms as the old witch pushed the walker forward, then kicked off her worn leather slippers, each crack a memory of steps taken…