Fairalon
It’s not easy being eleven.
It’s not easy being the new kid, in a new town, especially in a house with so many strange memories.
When you’re different, when you see things that other people don’t see, what do you do? When you have no friends and everyone thinks you’re weird, who can you tell?
Iris uncovers her own strange past and learns that anything is possible if you believe in yourself.
Come with Iris and find yourself in the magical world of Fairalon.
Ninety-Nine Swings and I'm Gone
Much of the area around the swing was in shadow, because of the big tree, but the moon provided enough blue light to see nearby and slightly beyond.
“I’m only doing this for your little brother,” Iris said, “not you.”
“Who cares,” said Jeremy.
“Let’s just get this over with.”
He scooted further into the rope away from Iris.
“I just hope you can’t catch crazy” he muttered loudly enough to hear.
“Yeah? And I hope I can’t catch stupid,” replied Iris, even loud