The sun beat down against his pale face and the light breeze swept away all the worries that had once been with him. Well, except one. Jackson’s light eyes fluttered open and took in the exotic land around him. Where was he?
Meadow would give anything to relive her last memory with her father, but at what cost? The shadows manipulate her and it is hard to tell light from dark, reality from illusion. Freedom is at hand, but even freedom does not come for free.
A touch. My parents met because of it, and my sister got a scholarship. A touch. That's all. Me? I was touched too. I had the Blood Touch. They abandoned me. Now, they need me, but don't even remember me.
I blinked. The sky was dark. I could see the endless waving grass. The wreckage of the Boulton Paul Defiant was scattered around the field where I lay, and the bomb parts looked like dead bodies around me.