Liar's moon

From Liar's Moon As I crossed back through the empty court, something that wasn't moonlight flashed in the corner of my vision. Swearing silently, I spun slowly back around, my eyes pressed closed until the last moment. But I hadn't imagined it. There by an arched doorway, in a streak like the mark left on the floor from heavy furniture, was the faintest glitter of something that should not have been there. I knelt beside it and gingerly dipped my fingers toward the flagstones, tapping just lightly enough that a stream of silvery mist spread out from my touch like the radiating arms of a star, flashing the floor in sparkling light. There was magic at Bal Marse. Of course there was. Excerpted from Liar's Moon by Elizabeth C. Bunce All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.