“Breahe, my dearie. You look on the verge of shattering. You are each so strong in your own way. Beau has a steady strength, like a tree. Cricket is a bright strength, like lighting. But your strength, ah, yours is quiet. There’s a reason magic is called whisper, not shouts.”

“Breahe, my dearie. You look on the verge of shattering. You are each so strong in your own way. Beau has a steady strength, like a tree. Cricket is a bright strength, like lighting. But your strength, ah, yours is quiet. There’s a reason magic is called whisper, not shouts.”

— Megan Shepherd