BOOK TWO: SNOW MOON CHARMS

"Harlow? Harlow, wake up."

I closed my eyes tighter, burying my face in my bent arm. Maybe if I ignored her, she would leave me alone. I just wanted to sleep. I was so tired.

"Five more minutes," I muttered, and already I felt myself being pulled back under into sleep.

"Harlow, come on now. You have to wake up. I need to talk to you."

That wasn't my mom. It sounded a little bit like her, though - soft, calm, warm. ...