The Girl Who Carried the Moonlight
In the kingdom of Volta, every child was born with visible marks of their magic. Glowing vines along the skin, shimmering wings, sparks that danced at their fingertips. These marks were called Gifts, and they were the pride of the realm. Everyone had one except for one girl. Talia had no glow. No wings. No sparks. Nothing. While others learned fire-casting or air-weaving, she swept … Continue reading The Girl Who Carried the Moonlight
