With Nine You Get Vanyr
Chapter One
Pandora's head popped up from behind the chest. She scrambled to her feet
clutching what appeared to be a radiant crystal egg the size of an orange.
At least that's what Thea thought Pandora was holding. But Thea couldn't be
certain. There was something wrong with the lights. Thea guessed someone had
tripped over a wire in the stampede. Most of the overhead lights had
dimmed-except for the lights in the front of Michael Ryan's booth, which
sputtered intermittently over Reyah, Lydia and a couple of guys wearing
headsets.
Some of the booth lights in the next aisle popped in flashes of red, and the air
smelled faintly of burning rubber. The funky little lights nestled in the gauze
canopy over Reyah's booth took on a blue cast.
From her post at the entrance to the booth, Brigid inquired, "What have you got
in your hand, Pandora?"
"It's a Wishstone," Pandora said. "It found me under the table."
It found her? Liz rubbed her forehead harder.
"I guess something worse could've found her," Thea replied.
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