“Ladd, come along, we’ll be late. They are lighting the balefire for Wizard tonight,” Mercy said. “That old goat,” replied Ladd, Mercy’s older brother. “I didn’t like him anyway. The way he crept around, watching all of us. Making his silly predictions.” “Oh, Ladd, hush,” Mercy cried. “Wizard is powerful. We dare not say things … Continue reading Balefire – #writephoto