Kristin Johnson

“Doc and Charlie had run this place as a clinic for the Org’s magical children for a long time. When Jill came to live here, she took up a place as nursemaid as well. Burns, bumps, bruises, or sickness, this place provided solace to her and all of those magical children for years. So why then did the thought of staying here give her an uneasy feeling?”
― Olivia Hardin, Sweet Magic Song

“She drew the main outline, keeping her fingers on the ferrule—the metal piece that clamped the bristles to the handle—and created a nose, mouth, and eyelids. For a moment, she wondered what color his eyes might be, then shoved aside the macabre thought. He had a strong, square jaw, his hair pushed back, looking sticky from the dirt that had been thrown directly onto his face.”
― Dana Marton, Deathscape

“The damned faery didn’t know what he was talking about. Belle had refused to look back at him when he made his bold announcement about her powers. How could he possibly know anything about her? It was high time she got out of this crazy mess. The children were whispering about Mr. Charlie, and she knew that even though they had only been here a short time, they were fond of their elderly caretaker.”
― Olivia Hardin, Sweet Magic Song

“You’re going to Scotland with me! I’ve already registered you as my assistant on the dig.” I jerked up off the couch, hitting the coffee table and sloshing water out of the cup that sat in front of me. “What? You know I can’t. I have school. I teach kindergarteners. That’s like asking a substitute to walk straight through the gates of Hell!”
― Bethany Claire, Love Beyond Time