Storygram #38
“We love you, Katy. You’re so pretty,” many voices whispered to her. She sprang back up. The Whispering Forest was in front of her, and she had no choice but to go through it.
Storygram #33
The Castle on the Hill. They say it has the world’s most skilled archers keeping a constant watch. If so, they would have spotted us by now.
Storygram #24
Her vigilant watch was earning her the nickname “Watching Whitney” among the townspeople. She barely slept, and her handmaiden brought her meals, which she barely ate.
Storygram #19
My iron black hair and my silvery metal fist for a left hand were how the peasants knew me. As soon as I walked across the drawbridge and through the gate, everyone froze.