October 4th excerpt:
Jacob noticed the pressure of teeny hands on his face at last. His brow furrowed and he flinched away, startled awake at last. Leaves and grass rustled underneath his movements.
One hand rushed in to scoop up the source of his waking, to keep Bowman out of the way while his other hand propped him up. Jacob didn’t want to accidentally knock the little guy over. Most people might just swat at a feeling like that, but Jacob had gotten used to it. If he was out in the forest, he wouldn’t swat at an unknown tickle until he was sure it wasn’t a sprite.
When he was sitting up and blinking the sleep away, Jacob finally registered a couple things about the squirming shape in his hand. Brown hair instead of green, pale skin instead of brown… no wings. Oh…