Last week’s excerpt’s last line: Abby’s knees chose that moment to give way, and she collapsed into a heap at the base of the tree. Michael McKnight heard Abby’s plea, felt the waves of magic radiating out to him from the fairy charms she’d acquired, and the instant she’d asked for fairy magic,Continue reading “A Leprecahun’s Gold, Fairy Magic, and the mystery of her One True Love: THREE WISHES & Weekend Writing Warriors 3-6-16”
