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.
Gathering his broken wing close to his body, he let out a long, deep sigh, his nostrils huge and steamy. Oddly, the stillness grated on his senses. Something was different. He looked down to where the chain had been clamped on his leg, but the chain was gone! His eyes rolled in terror. He didn’t understand what it meant. Cautiously, he plunged fully to his hooves. Wincing with pain, he found himself drawn to the white tree as if with a memory, but the memory escaped him. Sidling toward the silvered trunk he gazed upward. The white mammoth’s branches had no end.