WHITE PINNACLE
3RD FEBRUARY
I grew up with the White Pinnacle always on my
horizon. It was the first thing I saw in the morning and the last thing I saw
at night. Was it connected to me not being allowed to go to sea like the rest
of my siblings, and why my father refused to tell me why? The night my sister’s
ship capsized, was a night of revelations, but the price… my sister… Was it
something I was strong enough to bear?
BANQUET AT MAGIC MOUNTAIN
17TH FEBRUARY
I hate camp. Every year yada yada yada. The only
bright point is Luka, the Wild Man of Camp Mellinjo, an orphan and a stray
grown up. When he bolts out of camp with the ook on his tail, I take off to see
if I can save him, yet again—and that’s when I discover Camp Melinjo isn’t what
it seems, and neither is Luka. But seriously, guys, would my parents really
sell me out?
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