Kalyn Josephson

Everything looks different in the dark.

Before I turned thirteen and got my psychometry powers—a fancy way of saying Congrats! You get visions of death now—

I belong at the inn as much as a vampire belongs in the sun.

I love magic, but sometimes living with a family of psychics can be a real drag.

I cringe. I’ve never been good at this serious stuff. Kara always says my mouth moves faster than my brain. It’s the same reason my parents moved me out of school, the same reason even in Wick, a place known for weird, I’m too strange to hang out with anyone other than a cat and a house.

Magic has always been a part of my life. Sometimes I forget how it can seem to other people

“To the long and recently dead,” she says gently.

“May they stay that way for the days to come,”

“A rampart is the defensive wall of a castle.”

Either this is a magical portal, or I’m about to crash into a girl and a cat. Is this how Alice felt falling down the rabbit hole? I suppose that makes Max the White Rabbit. And Anna?

Definitely the Mad Hatter.

There’s a shop that grants wishes, and another that bottles dreams. My personal favorite is the store filled entirely with different sized and shaped candles that, when lit, help you relive memories.