Old Maeg kept a jar of moonlight on her shelf.
"Don’t touch it," she warned. "Full moon’s truth will skin you clean."
Old Maeg kept a jar of moonlight on her shelf.
"Don’t touch it," she warned. "Full moon’s truth will skin you clean."
I touched it anyway.
She caught me, of course. Said if I was so curious, I might as well learn to steal it properly.
We began on a Waxing Crescent. Hopeful an...