Odin's Murder
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“We’re halfway to the beach so I figured, why not? Catch up with the others? Julian and Faye are already ahead of us.” She climbs down from me, but I don’t let her go. “We have so much to tell you. Julian’s been researching the craziest stuff and Faye found a runestone that has herbal recipes—the house smells awful—and I’ve been dreaming, but different dreams. Interesting dreams.”
“The beach? Sand and sky and ocean?” No walls, no fences, and a girl. This girl. Sounds like heaven.
“Plus, Sonja’s giving us flying lessons.”
“Flying?”
“Look.” Cherry’s grin is scarlet red. She touches my face, one fingertip lingering on my lower lip. I look, and am caught in her memory, a dizzying spiral of distance and sky and wind and freedom, awkward and tilting, sideways, too far, and the avian shriek turns to a girl’s scream as she tumbles and crashes into water, emerging naked from the waves, spewing salt water and laughter. “Flying.”
Oh, hell, yes.