Tiffany Rostant

“What happened three days ago?” Sophie asked when Keefe turned slightly pale. “That’s when my dad had the effluxers installed.” Because the patrol had found those strange footprints. “But Greyfell didn’t see an ogre,” Sophie reminded him. “He saw a figure in black.” “True,” Keefe agreed. “Unless…”
― Shannon Messenger, Everblaze

“she wished it didn’t sound so much like a carnival ride from her nightmares. “Better hold on tight, then.” He grinned as she tightened her grip on his hand. “I meant to the railing.” “Oh.” Her face felt like it was on fire, and she’d barely grabbed the silver banister, when Keefe said, “Two Hundred!” Then everything turned into a spinning, sparkling blur of rushing air, and Sophie wanted to scream or throw up or pass out, but she didn’t have time for anything because they’d already stopped. “You with me, Foster?” Keefe asked as she leaned against the rail, wondering if her stomach was still on the ground floor. “Do you really ride that thing every day?” “You get used to it after a couple of turns. Come on.” He offered her his hand, and Sophie was too dizzy not to take it. It took ten deep breaths for her head to clear enough to realize they were in one of the golden-roofed towers. Dangling above them were more round crystals than Sophie had ever seen. “The Leapmaster 10,000,” Keefe explained.”
― Shannon Messenger, Everblaze

“Unless the rebels and the ogres were working together.”
― Shannon Messenger, Everblaze

“Keefe lifted her onto Silveny’s back, and she grabbed the alicorn’s gleaming neck, really really hoping she’d be able to order Silveny to teleport. Otherwise she had no idea how she’d survive the flight back. Her weary legs might actually drop off her body.”
― Shannon Messenger, Exile