“Luna’s magic was infused in every bone, every tissue, every cell. Her mother’s magic was more like a jumble of trinkets left in a basket after a long journey – bits and pieces knocking together. Still, Luna could feel her mother’s magic – as well as her mother’s longing and love – buzzing against her skin. It emboldened the power surging inside her, directing the swells of magic. Luna held her mother’s hand a little bit tighter.”
