by John Conroe
“His name is Mason, and he’s a witch. Not like you though. We all know about you,” a brunette witch said. Mack thought she might be even prettier. What, did the Circles only send their best-looking children? What was he thinking… of course they did.
“Well Mason, what’s your affinity?” Declan asked.
“Water,” the kid said, frowning at the brunette.
“Cool. Listen, we were headed to lunch. Have you all eaten already?” Declan asked.
“Oh, we’d love to go to lunch with you,” another witch gushed. Mack saw the first flicker of a micro frown cross his buddy’s face, but it was gone in an instant. “Great, let’s go. We’ll find out all about you guys.”
Mack had to hid a grin. Just like that, at least one outsider was added to the fold. Declan could never resist an underdog.
They led the group down the hall toward the dining room.
Author’s note:
First, I want to dedicate Winterfall to the strongest woman I know – my wife, Robin. She’s way, way tougher than I am. She handles more daily than I do yearly and it never keeps her down. She’s an inspiration to me and even more importantly, to our daughters who are pretty tough too.
Next I want to thank you, my readers, for hanging through thirteen books without giving up on the series. Demon Accords is a crazy universe, thanks for visiting it.
If you like Winterfall, hang in there, Summer Reign is coming next. John Conroe -2017.