Genre: YA Fantasy
Only the desperate seek healing from the Jordi tribes.
As today is the advent of the harvest festival, I need not travel far to find them.
When the rising sun peeks above the trees, I slip from my windowsill, shrug into a dress and cloak stolen from the servants’ trunks, and step into the castle corridors. My family’s chambers, as well as the servants’ rooms, are silent. Perfect. No one will catch me sneaking into town. I smile and approach the thick door leading to the courtyard.
Karst! I curse silently. But I force myself to take a breath. Corisa doesn’t deserve my anger.
My older sister sits in a stairwell, a silk robe belted around her waist. “You’re still going out?”
I give her my most winning grin. “I’m spending my birthday with friends.”
“Truly, Adira. Can you trust those Jordi potions?”
I stop smiling. Lift my chin. “I’ll try anything.” Anything to keep from seeing the ghosts—beasts like that six-tailed fox, or a pig with antlers and a snake’s tail, or the crow who changes color when I blink. Beasts who leer from the shadows and follow me down the halls. Who mutter when they know I listen, and howl when they think I don’t. No one else sees them. Corisa insists they will leave if I ignore them. But they’ve been coming more often and draw closer each time. I can’t ignore creatures shrieking in my ear or staring me in the face.