The Many Writings of K. A. Jones

It had first happened three days before. Kaylyn had felt this nagging sensation when she walked past the park, but she’d ignored it, because she couldn’t help thinking she knew what it was. The next day it was the same and she kept going, kept telling herself she didn’t want to go to the fae school, even if she did have magic, because going to the fae school meant dealing with the fae. After everything her parents had told her about their time at the school she was certain that she didn’t wan that. Yet, when she walked past on the third day she found herself stopping, wondering if things might have changed in the twenty years they’d been out of the school, because things could change a lot in twenty years.

Mirrored from K. A. Webb Writing.