Teresa Flavin

“The riders, clad in crimson and black, stopped to scan the maze. Blaise shrank into the hedge, but one keen-eyed hunter spied him. He raised his crossbow, took careful aim and fired.”

“This place is alive," Sunni said in wonder. "Things are moving. Inside a painting.”

“They inched through dense, heart-stopping darkness. In the distance was what looked like a bright white door cut out of a black wall. Sunni tiptoed towards it, puzzled by its brilliance.”

“That’s where they found the skeletons. Right where you’re standing.”