Named a changeling by some, Sarragh is certainly an unusual girl. That's why the intrepid Candela has chosen her for a task that no ordinary mortal might survive. Sarragh's quick, unthinking eagerness to accept will lead her to hidden places that reveal old secrets and truths that challenge her beyond her eeriest and most remarkable dreams.--------------------------------
'Daughter of the Sootstress,' Candela breathed, 'we have a task for you.' Candela paused, her eyes gentle pinpricks. She spoke the next words unflinchingly. 'It will test you.' The small hairs stood on my neck. My easy manner slipped from me as I placed my right hand upon my chest, below my throat, the way I had been taught, when... I could not remember...it was a memory of shadows. I looked Candela, the unicorn—the mother of all unicorns—straight in the eyes. 'Test me, then,' I whispered.
When a cryptic messenger reveals veiled words of prophecy, things change in Wish, forever. The high tower keeper, Hope, has gone missing. In her bid to complete the Circle of Light, everything depends upon Hope being found. The bleak invader leaks further into the land of Wish as the unicorns gather to battle the darkness. And so the plight of Sarragh deepens as she seeks the inscrutable Hope in places that even unicorns cannot go.
Deby Adair is an Australian writer and artist. She believes that everyone has a right to the lifetime benefits of literacy. Having participated in many school events, she counts one of her favourites as having read for the National Simultaneous Storytime in Australia. A member of the Australian Society of Authors she is pleased to be on their selection list for the Authors in Schools initiative.
She loves all animals and believes we must take care of our natural world.
Have you ever had dreams that are so real that you could swear they were really happening?
Sometimes, a dream will follow you for years through misfortunes or gladness but never make inroads into your daily life. Or at least that’s what Will had hoped. Yet it was surely the dream that had brought him to the Tower. Peering around Hope’s room, Will realised that it wasn’t empty after all. He vaguely remembered something about a violet light but when he tried to remember, it escaped him. He shrugged. It can’t have been important after all. Rielle hummed over the brewing tea as Far breathed deeply, her gently quivering wings and slumped frame proving her to be deeply asleep. Pud scratched calmly behind his ear and then yawned with relish before tapping his way over to his mistress to remind her it was time for his supper. Will watched as Rielle leaned over the dog, taking his treasured face into both hands, and smiling her love into his eyes. Sometimes, a dream becomes so much a part of us that we forget which part is the dream.