“There is no stronger magic than true love’s kiss.” Morgana stares at him. There is no such a thing as true love, she wants to say. But there is hope hidden in the careful curl of Freya’s lips, and she stays quiet, hoping for her sake that she is wrong. Maybe she is. Maybe it simply doesn’t belong to people like Morgana, but to people like Freya, sweet and kind and lovely as a warm summer day.
The Witch’s Tower by Cerch










