Fourteen year old Tovi thinks finding a flying horse is fabulous luck—until a mysterious stranger says finders aren’t always keepers.
When fourteen year old Tovi Taggert moves to Honeysuckle Hollow to take care of her grandmother, she has a hard time fitting in. For one thing, she’s been tagged with the hated nickname Too-Tall Tovi. For another, everyone at Honeysuckle Hollow High believes Tovi played the Choking Game with someone else’s boyfriend and made out with him besides.
As if she doesn’t have enough problems, after the latest stand-off in the school hallway, Tovi finds a gorgeous speckled egg nestled in a feather lined nest.
She takes the egg home. Mysterious visitors begin appearing almost immediately. Even more worrisome, whatever is inside the egg starts chipping its way out.
When the egg hatches, revealing a winged horse, Tovi’s troubles multiply.
As she struggles to return the horse to the magical land where he belongs, Tovi must make a courageous decision—and accept what that decision will cost her.
In the dark
by HL Carpenter
So Mom and I are stuck here in Honeysuckle Hollow because Gramma fell down and broke her hip. We’re moving back to the city as soon as she’s better. That’s good, because I HATE Honeysuckle Hollow.
But right this very moment…well, right this very moment, I’m sitting in Honeysuckle Hollow Park, where the dark is darker than dark this time of night. I don’t like the dark. Do you? I mean, the dark is all right when you’re in your house, and you know all the shadows, and the green glow from the nightlight in the hall lets you see nothing’s hiding in the corners, ready to pounce. But here—
At least I have my phone. Not that I can call anyone, because the phone doesn’t work in the park, where, as I already told you, I am. In the park, in the dark.
Haha! That rhymes! I’m a poet and don’t know it.
Sorry. I get silly when I’m sort-of-scared. I’m not really scared, despite all the creepy, crawly critters that are probably surrounding me, ready to take a nip out of my backside or gnaw off my arm. I’m just a little scared.
All right. A lot scared. The park is so darn…dark.
I’ll be okay if I don’t think about how dark the park is. I can do this. I will do this. I will sit in this stupid park in the stupid dirt under this stupid tree all night. By myself. Waiting to be chewed on by creepy crawlies and whatever else skittles through the dark.
I will prove to Jen I’m not afraid. Then I’ll finally have a friend in Honeysuckle Hollow. Three friends, because if Jen’s my friend, then M.J. and Terri will be too.
Hey! What’s that—oh, the wind is shaking the tree branches. They look like dancing skeletons. Sometimes I forget those spooky legends Gramma tells are only—wait! That sounds like footsteps! It…it could be Jen. She said she’d come by to make sure I followed through with my promise to spend the night in the park.
I’m positive she will. She’ll be here any minute. Then I won’t be alone in the dark.
“Jen? Jen, is that you?”
About HL Carpenter
Mother/daughter author duo HL Carpenter write family-friendly fiction from their studios in Carpenter Country, a magical place that, like their stories, is unreal but not untrue. When they’re not writing, they enjoy exploring the Land of What-If and practicing the fine art of Curiosity. Visit HLCarpenter.com to enjoy gift reads and excerpts and to find out what’s happening in Carpenter Country.