The Unicorn Thief

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by R. R. Russell


  The wind whipped Indy’s mane and Night Spark’s too. The island’s mist encircled them, embracing them with its wildness, its mystery. The only sons of the great Darian rode through the twilight shadows of Lonehorn Island—one clad in woodland green, the other trimmed in royal red and gold.

  Acknowledgments

  Who am I, that the God of the universe is by my side? But He is, always. I’d like to thank every friend and family member who’s reminded me of that. Your smiles are his smiles. Your hugs are his arms around me, whether we’re joined in laughter or in aching hearts.

  I’d also like to thank Aubrey Poole and the Sourcebooks team, as well as all the readers, booksellers, teachers, and librarians who champion my books. I’m so grateful for you all!

  About the Author

  R.R. Russell lives with her family in the Pacific Northwest. She grew up traveling the world as an army brat and now travels the country as a coach with a nonprofit judo club. She loves to read and draw, and like Twig, once spent a lot of time sketching unicorns. Visit her website at RRRussellauthor.com.

  Wonder Light

  Book 1 of the Unicorns of the Mist series

  R.R. Russell

  Deep in the heart of a mist-shrouded island,

  an impossible secret is about to be discovered.

  There in the hay—a bleating little scrap of moonbeam. A silver-white filly with cloven hooves and a tiny, spiraling horn.

  A baby unicorn.

  Now Twig knows what secret is hiding in the island’s mist: the last free unicorn herd. And a mysterious boy named Ben who insists that this impossible creature is now Twig’s to care for. That she needs Twig’s love and protection. Because there’s something out there in the deep, dense shadows that’s hunting for them…

  To learn more about the

  Unicorns of the Mist

  visit

  UnicornsOfTheMist.com

 

 

 


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