“Knife woke in a cold sweat, the torn edge of her wing sizzling with pain. How long had she lain unconscious? Her worst fears had come to pass: she was trapped, flightless, a prisoner. The humans had put her in a box, and now they had come to torment her…”
Don’t read this book if you’re expecting fairy dust – the last thing Knife is likely to wield is a magic wand…
Don’t read this book if you’re expecting fairy dust – the last thing Knife is likely to wield is a magic wand…