April 2nd excerpt:

“I might not swat them if they catch me off guard, but I can pretty much guarantee they’d get grabbed.”

Jacob chuckled. “Hopefully it won’t come to that, but I think even Bowman will forgive you for it, no matter what he says.”

Bowman scoffed. “Humans are impossible,” he said, glancing aside at Sam. His adopted brother could easily be included in his grousing, and it went without saying.

April 1st excerpt:

“Don’t worry, we know how to stay out of trouble … mostly,” Bowman said with a grin.

“I think he’s more worried about whether you will,” Jacob pointed out, getting a brief glare from Bowman’s bright green eyes. Jacob shrugged. “Just sayin.’ ”

March 31st excerpt: 

Jacob frowned faintly. He hadn’t expected the agent to make it this far into the woods so quickly, and normally he’d be sheepish about getting caught like this. But at the moment, he couldn’t think about that.

He’d seen just a hint of green in the man’s hands before he closed them up.

Jacob closed the distance between them, unable to stop himself from bristling a little. But, as he got closer, he forced his broad shoulders to relax a little and held up his hands briefly to show he carried no threats with him. He was cautious, but not aggressive.

Yet.

“What’s in your hands?” he asked, not bothering to conceal the ice in his tone.

March 30th excerpt: 

Rischa’s eyes were wide in the dark.

She’d only noticed a shadow descending on her before something large and fast closed around her, trapping her body and her surprised, fluttering wings in a small space. The shape of the light that leaked in showed the silhouettes of fingers clamped tightly around her.

“Oh,” she breathed, her heart beating faster. The human’s feelings crashed around her in a startling clarity, and she was immediately certain that it wasn’t Jacob.

A giant she didn’t know had snatched her up, and no one even knew she was out there.

“Oh no.

March 29th excerpt:

Reporters and police were drawn to the scene. More than one camping trip was put to an end as the word spread. There was a dangerous man out in the woods, and there was no way to know if he’d lash out at anyone else. All the campgrounds were emptied pending investigation.

The two teenagers recovered. One had a brief asthma attack, but his inhaler was nearby and they were able to head it off before it go any worse. Both were taken to the hospital to check for other injuries, and to answer questions from the police.

Police and reporters weren’t the only people attracted to the case.

March 28th excerpt:

A stirring of attention in the living wood around him warned Cerul long before he felt the frantic urgency of the sprite running towards his rooms. He was already facing the door when they burst in. Their breathless surprise ached in Cerul’s own chest, so he was patient as he waited for their explanation.

“Sir,” they greeted before taking a few more heavy breaths. “Leafwing and Winchester just came back from a patrol. They found a giant.

March 27th excerpt: 

“I’m not a flowerkin! Flowerkin are thin, dainty wood sprites,” Bowman protested. He saw Jacob glance over at Sam, and then fleetingly at himself. Both humans had far bulkier frames than Bowman did, even proportionally. It just wasn’t fair, and it certainly wasn’t helping Bowman’s argument.

He pointed up at Jacob’s smirking face. “Don’t think I won’t bop you,” he warned.

Sam had to work to hide his own smirk. “Don’t worry,” he cooed to the sprite, “we won’t judge your girlish figure.”

March 26th excerpt: 

Jacob watched Sam move along for a few seconds. He was tempted to offer to help, and very nearly did. But the hilt of Sam’s sword glinted in the light, reminding Jacob of how capable the little guy was on his own. Jacob offering to help could just come across the wrong way, though he had never had to consider that before.

Once Sam and Bowman were a little more out of range, Jacob grabbed his backpack and stood to his full height. The pair of them dwindled away below him, and he stared for a second. Bowman kept looking over his shoulder to peer up at him, flicking his wings almost in annoyance.

How dare I be tall.

March 25th excerpt: 

Bowman looked over at Sam and pointed at the flesh-colored material stuck to Jacob’s hand. “What is that thing he’s got? I’ve never seen bandaging like that.”

“It’s a band-aid,” Sam explained patiently. He was used to Bowman’s curious questions. The sprite wanted to know everything he could, and the humans were a tempting store of knowledge. “It seals to his skin, see? That way, the cut won’t get infected. Remember we talked about human medicine? Humans don’t have healers like the sprites do. We gotta make do with what we can.”

After a split second of hesitation, Bowman opened up his wings and flapped them once to get into the air. Jacob froze as the little guy glided right over to his hand, hovering near it for a closer look at the band-aid. He even reached out to brush across the strange, almost alien material.